She figured the possibilities in such cases.
"Oh," she said at last, "poor Sister Carrie!" At the time of this particular conversation, which occurred at 5 A.M., that little soldier of fortune was sleeping a rather troubled sleep in her new room, alone.
Carrie's new state was remarkable in that she saw possibilities in it.
She was no sensualist, longing to drowse sleepily in the lap of luxury.
She turned about, troubled by her daring, glad of her release, wondering whether she would get something to do, wondering what Drouet would do.
That worthy had his future fixed for him beyond a peradventure.

He could not help what he was going to do.

He could not see clearly enough to wish to do differently.

He was drawn by his innate desire to act the old pursuing part.

He would need to delight himself with Carrie as surely as he would need to eat his heavy breakfast.