Every eye was fixed on Carrie, still proud and scornful. They
moved as she moved. Their eyes were with her eyes.

Mrs. Morgan, as Pearl, approached her.

"Let us go home," she said.

"No," answered Carrie, her voice assuming for the first time a
penetrating quality which it had never known. "Stay with him!"

She pointed an almost accusing hand toward her lover. Then, with
a pathos which struck home because of its utter simplicity, "He
shall not suffer long."

Hurstwood realised that he was seeing something extraordinarily
good. It was heightened for him by the applause of the audience
as the curtain descended and the fact that it was Carrie. He
thought now that she was beautiful. She had done something which
was above his sphere. He felt a keen delight in realising that
she was his.

"Fine," he said, and then, seized by a sudden impulse, arose and
went about to the stage door.

When he came in upon Carrie she was still with Drouet. His
feelings for her were most exuberant. He was almost swept away
by the strength and feeling she exhibited. His desire was to
pour forth his praise with the unbounded feelings of a lover, but
here was Drouet, whose affection was also rapidly reviving. The