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.

"I count that clever playing for a beginner." The latter laughed gleefully as she saw the hand coming her way.

It was as if she were invincible when Hurstwood helped her.
He did not look at her often.

When he did, it was with a mild light in his eye.

Not a shade was there of anything save geniality and kindness.
He took back the shifty, clever gleam, and replaced it with one of innocence.