Her eyes fell consciously.
“Own to it, dear,” he said, feelingly; “you do, don’t you?”
She made no answer, but he felt his victory.
“Tell me,” he said, richly, drawing her so close that their lips were near together. He pressed her hand warmly, and then released it to touch her cheek.
“You do?” he said, pressing his lips to her own.
For answer, her lips replied.
“Now,” he said, joyously, his fine eyes ablaze, “you’re my own girl, aren’t you?”
By way of further conclusion, her head lay softly upon his shoulder.
Chapter XIV. WITH EYES AND NOT SEEING: ONE INFLUENCE WANES
Carrie in her rooms that evening was in a fine glow, physically and mentally. She was deeply rejoicing in her affection for Hurstwood and his love, and looked forward with fine fancy to their next meeting Sunday night. They had agreed, without any feeling of enforced secrecy, that she should come down town and meet him, though, after all, the need of it was the cause.