He's manager of Fitzgerald and Moy's." "What that ?" said Carrie.
"The finest resort in town.

It's a way-up, smell place." Carrie puzzled a moment.

She was wondering what Drouet had told him, what her attitude would be.
"That's all right," said Drouet, feeling her thought.
"He doesn't know anything.

You're Mrs.Drouet now." There was something about this which struck Carrie as slightly inconsiderate.

She could see that Drouet did not have the keenest sensibilities.
"Why don't we got married ?" she inquired, thinking of the voluble promise he had made.
"Well, we will," he said, "just as soon as I get this little deal of mine closed up." He was referring to some property which he said he had, and which required so much attention, adjustment, and what not, that somehow or other it interested with his free moral, personal actions.
"Just as soon as I get back from my Denver trip in January we'll do it." Carrie accepted this as basis for hope-it was a sort of salve to her conscience, a pleasant way out.