She felt his indifference keenly and longed to see Hurstwood.

It was as if he were now the only friend she had on earth.

The next morning Drouet was interested again, but the damage had been done.
She got a pretty letter from the manager, saying that by the time she got it he would be waiting for her in the park.

When she came, he shone upon her as the morning sun.
"Well, my dear," he asked, "how did you come out ?" "Well enough," she said, still somewhat reduced after Drouet.
"Now, tell me just what you did.

Was it pleasant ?" Carrie related the incidents of the rehearsal, warming up as she proceeded.
"Well, that's delightful," said Hurstwood.