limbs and an elation which was tragic in itself.

"Yes," said Carrie.

They walked on as if bound for some objective point, while
Hurstwood drank in the radiance of her presence. The rustle of
her pretty skirt was like music to him.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked, thinking of how well she did the
night before.

"Are you?"

He tightened his fingers as he saw the smile she gave him.

"It was wonderful."

Carrie laughed ecstatically.

"That was one of the best things I've seen in a long time," he
added.

He was dwelling on her attractiveness as he had felt it the
evening before, and mingling it with the feeling her presence
inspired now.

Carrie was dwelling in the atmosphere which this man created for
her. Already she was enlivened and suffused with a glow. She
felt his drawing toward her in every sound of his voice.