solicitation, and Carrie was not good at that. He took it for
granted that she was doing very well and he was relieved of
further worry. Consequently he threw Carrie into repression,
which was irritating. She felt his indifference keenly and
longed to see Hurstwood. It was as if he were now the only
friend she had on earth. The next morning Drouet was interested
again, but the damage had been done.

She got a pretty letter from the manager, saying that by the time
she got it he would be waiting for her in the park. When she
came, he shone upon her as the morning sun.

"Well, my dear," he asked, "how did you come out?"

"Well enough," she said, still somewhat reduced after Drouet.

"Now, tell me just what you did. Was it pleasant?"

Carrie related the incidents of the rehearsal, warming up as she
proceeded.

"Well, that's delightful," said Hurstwood. "I'm so glad. I must
get over there to see you. When is the next rehearsal?"

"Tuesday," said Carrie, "but they don't allow visitors."

"I imagine I could get in," said Hurstwood significantly.

She was completely restored and delighted by his consideration,
but she made him promise not to come around.