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Drouet listened to her in astonishment. This was something new.
"I thought I did," he said.
Carrie looked around her very solemnly and then went over to the
"You oughtnít to have had anything to do with him," said Drouet
in an injured tone, "after all Iíve 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 Hurstwoodís perfidy, anger at
Drouetís deception, the mockery he had made of 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
Hurstwoodís perfidy-why had he done this? Why hadnít 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 realising the fire his
remark had generated. "I think Iíve done a good deal."
"You have, eh?" she answered. "Youíve deceived me-thatís what
youíve done. Youíve brought your friends out here under false
pretences. Youíve made me out to be-Oh," and with this her voice
broke and she pressed her two little hands together tragically.
"I donít see what thatís got to do with it," said the drummer
"No," she answered, recovering herself and shutting her teeth.
"No, of course you donít see. There isnít anything you see. You
couldnít have told me in the first place, could you? You had to
make me out wrong until it was too late. Now you come sneaking
around with your information and your talk about what you have
Drouet had never suspected this side of Carrieís nature. She was
alive with feeling, her eyes snapping, her lips quivering, her
whole body sensible of the injury she felt, and partaking of her
"Whoís sneaking?" he asked, mildly conscious of error on his
part, but certain that he was wronged.
"You are," stamped Carrie. "Youíre a horrid, conceited coward,
thatís what you are. If you had any sense of manhood in you, you
wouldnít have thought of doing any such thing."
The drummer stared.
"Iím not a coward," he said. "What do you mean by going with
other men, anyway?"
"Other men!" exclaimed Carrie. "Other men-you know better than
that. I did go with Mr. Hurstwood, but whose fault was it? Didnít
you bring him here? You told him yourself that he should come
out here and take me out. Now, after itís all over, you come and
tell me that I oughtnít to go with him and that heís a married
She paused at the sound of the last two words and wrung her
hands. The knowledge of Hurstwoodís perfidy wounded her like a
"Oh," she sobbed, repressing herself wonderfully and keeping her
eyes dry. "Oh, oh!"
"Well, I didnít think youíd be running around with him when I
was away," insisted Drouet.
"Didnít think!" said Carrie, now angered to the core by the manís
peculiar attitude. "Of course not. You thought only of what would
be to your satisfaction. You thought youíd make a toy of me-a
plaything. Well, Iíll show you that you wonít. Iíll have nothing
more to do with you at all. You can take your old things and keep
them," and unfastening a little pin he had given her, she flung it
vigorously upon the floor and began to move about as if to gather
up the things which belonged to her.
By this Drouet was not only irritated but fascinated the more. He
looked at her in amazement, and finally said:
"I donít see where your wrath comes in. Iíve got the right of this
thing. You oughtnít to have done anything that wasnít right after
all I did for you."
"What have you done for me?" asked Carrie blazing, her head
thrown back and her lips parted.