She could see that Drouet did not have the keenest sensibilities.
"Why don't we get married ?" she inquired, thinking of the voluble promises he had made.
"Well, we will," he said, "just as soon as I get this little deal of mine closed up." He was referring to some property which he said he had, and which required so much attention, adjustment, and what not, that somehow or other it interfered with his free moral, personal actions.
"Just as soon as I get back from my Denver trip in January we'll do it." Carrie accepted this as basis for hope--it was a sort of salve to her conscience, a pleasant way out.

Under the circumstances, things would be righted.

Her actions would be justified.

She really was not enamoured of Drouet.

She was more clever than he.