He seemed wiser than Hurstwood, saner and brighter than Drouet.

He seemed innocent and clean, and she thought that he was exceedingly pleasant.

She noticed, also, that his interest in her was a far-off one.

She was not in his life, nor any of the things that touched his life, and yet now, as he spoke of these things, they appealed to her.
"I shouldn't care to be rich," he told her, as the dinner proceeded and the supply of food warmed up his sympathies; "not rich enough to spend my money this way." "Oh, wouldn't you ?" said Carrie, the, to her, new attitude forcing itself distinctly upon her for the first time.
"No," he said.

"What good would it do?
A man doesn't need this sort of thing to be happy." Carrie thought of this doubtfully; but, coming from him, it had weight with her.
"He probably could be happy," she thought to herself, "all alone.