"It isn't true.

Who told you that ?" She was flushing scarlet to the roots of her hair, but Drouet did not catch the full hue of her face, owing to the modified light of the room.
He was regaining much confidence as Carrie defended herself with denials.
"Well, some one," he said.

"You're sure you didn't ?" "Certainly," said Carrie.

"You know how often he came." Drouet paused for a moment and thought.
"I know what you told me," he said finally.
He moved nervously about, while Carrie looked at him confusedly.
"Well, I know that I didn't tell you any such thing as that," said Carrie, recovering herself.
"If I were you," went on Drouet, ignoring her last remark, "I wouldn't have anything to do with him.

He's a married man, you know." "Who--who is ?" said Carrie, stumbling at the word.
"Why, Hurstwood," said Drouet, noting the effect and feeling that he was delivering a telling blow.
"Hurstwood!" exclaimed Carrie, rising.