On the other hand, it was a familiar thing to Mrs.Vance, who not only knew of it as an entity, but had often been in it, going purposely to see and be seen, to create a stir with her beauty and dispel any tendency to fall short in dressiness by contrasting herself with the beauty and fashion of the town.
Carrie stepped along easily enough after they got out of the car at Thirty-fourth Street, but soon fixed her eyes upon the lovely company which swarmed by and with them as they proceeded.

She noticed suddenly that Mrs.Vance's manner had rather stiffened under the gaze of handsome men and elegantly dressed ladies, whose glances were not modified by any rules of propriety.

To stare seemed the proper and natural thing.

Carrie found herself stared at and ogled.

Men in flawless top-coats, high hats, and silver-headed walking sticks elbowed near and looked too often into conscious eyes.