There it was, the admirable, great city, so fine when you are not poor.

An elegant coach, with a prancing pair of bays, passed by, carrying in its upholstered depths a young lady.
"What will you have if you go back ?" asked Drouet.

There was no subtle undercurrent to the question.

He imagined that she would have nothing at all of the things he thought worth while.
Carrie sat still, looking out.

She was wondering what she could do.