This was something new.
"I thought I did," he said.
Carrie looked around her very solemnly, and then went over to the window.
"You oughtn't to have had anything to do with him," said Drouet in an injured tone, "after all I've done for you." "You," said Carrie, "you! What have you done for me ?" Her little brain had been surging with contradictory feelings-shame at exposure, shame at Hurstwood's perfidy, anger at Drouet's deception, the mockery he had made at her.

Now one clear idea came into her head.

He was at fault.

There was no doubt about it.

Why did he bring Hurstwood out--Hurstwood, a married man, and never say a word to her?
Never mind now about Hurstwood's perfidy--why had he done this?
Why hadn't he warned her?
There he stood now, guilty of this miserable breach of confidence and talking about what he had done for her! "Well, I like that," exclaimed Drouet, little realizing the fire his remark had generated.