The great city held much.
Possibly she would come out of bondage into freedom--who knows?
Perhaps she would be happy.

These thoughts raised her above the level of erring.
She was saved in that she was hopeful.
The following morning the train pulled safely into Montreal and they stepped down, Hurstwood glad to be out of danger, Carrie wondering at the novel atmosphere of the northern city.

Long before, Hurstwood had been here, and now he remembered the name of the hotel at which he had stopped.

As they came out of the main entrance of the depot he heard it called anew by a busman.
"We'll go right up and get rooms," he said.
At the clerk's office Hurstwood swung the register about while the clerk came forward.

He was thinking what name he would put down.