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"Poor fellow," read Carrie, consulting the text and drawing her
voice out pathetically. "Martin, be sure and give him a glass of
wine before he goes."
She was surprised at the briefness of the entire part, not knowing
that she must be on the stage while others were talking, and not
only be there, but also keep herself in harmony with the dramatic
movement of the scenes.
"I think I can do that, though," she concluded.
When Drouet came the next night, she was very much satisfied
with her dayís study.
"Well, how goes it, Caddie?" he said.
"All right," she laughed. "I think I have it memorised nearly."
"Thatís good," he said. "Letís hear some of it."
"Oh, I donít know whether I can get up and say it off here," she
"Well, I donít know why you shouldnít. Itíll be easier here than it
"I donít know about that," she answered.
Eventually she took off the ball-room episode with considerable
feeling, forgetting, as she got deeper in the scene, all about
Drouet, and letting herself rise to a fine state of feeling.
"Good," said Drouet; "fine; out oí sight! Youíre all right, Caddie,
I tell you."
He was really moved by her excellent representation and the
general appearance of the pathetic little figure as it swayed and
finally fainted to the floor. He had bounded up to catch her, and
now held her laughing in his arms.
"Ainít you afraid youíll hurt yourself?" he asked.
"Not a bit."
"Well, youíre a wonder. Say, I never knew you could do anything
"I never did, either," said Carrie merrily, her face flushed with
"Well, you can bet that youíre all right," said Drouet. "You can
take my word for that. You wonít fail."