He himself realized that it was a wretched thing to have dragged in. He wanted to weigh the effects of it, and yet he could not see. He went beating on, flushed by her presence, clearly awakened, intensely enlisted in his plan.
“Won’t you come?” he said, beginning over and with a more reverent feeling. “You know I can’t do without you—you know it—it can’t go on this way—can it?”
“I know,” said Carrie.
“I wouldn’t ask if I—I wouldn’t argue with you if I could help it. Look at me, Carrie. Put yourself in my place. You don’t want to stay away from me, do you?”
She shook her head as if in deep thought. “Then why not settle the whole thing, once and for all?”
“I don’t know,” said Carrie.
“Don’t know! Ah, Carrie, what makes you say that? Don’t torment me. Be serious.”
“I am,” said Carrie, softly.
“You can’t be, dearest, and say that. Not when you know how I love you. Look at last night.”
His manner as he said this was the most quiet imaginable. His face and body retained utter composure. Only his eyes moved, and they flashed a subtle, dissolving fire. In them the whole intensity of the man’s nature was distilling itself.