Hurstwood's a regular sharp." "No, it's your wife.

She brings me luck.

Why shouldn't she win ?" Carrie looked gratefully at Hurstwood, and smiled at Drouet.

The former took the air of a mere friend.

He was simply there to enjoy himself.
Anything that Carrie did was pleasing to him, nothing more.
"There," he said, holding back one of his own good cards, and giving Carrie a chance to take a trick.