Hurstwood noticed nothing.

He had been unconscious of the marked contrasts which Carrie had observed.
He did not even detect the shade of melancholy which settled in her eyes.

Worst of all, she now began to feel the loneliness of the flat and seek the company of Mrs.Vance, who liked her exceedingly.
"Let's go to the matinee this afternoon," said Mrs.Vance, who had stepped across into Carrie's flat one morning, still arrayed in a soft pink dressing-gown, which she had donned upon rising.

Hurstwood and Vance had gone their separate ways nearly an hour before.
"All right," said Carrie, noticing the air of the petted and well-groomed woman in Mrs.Vance's general appearance.

She looked as though she was dearly loved and her every wish gratified.