I am sitting here decked out in `` gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls '' for Mrs. Currie 's dance . These few minutes , after I emerge from the hands of my maid and before the carriage is announced , are almost the only ones I ever have to myself . I am having a good time still . Somehow , though , it is n't as exciting as it used to be . I 'm afraid I 'm very changeable . I believe I must be homesick . I 'd love to get a glimpse of dear old Thrush Hill and Aunt Elizabeth , and J -- but , no ! I will not write that . Mr. Sinclair has not spoken yet , but there is no doubt that he soon will . Of course , I shall accept him when he does , and I coolly told Alicia so when she just as coolly asked me what I meant to do . `` Certainly , I shall marry him , '' I said crossly , for the subject always irritates me . `` Have n't I been laying myself out all winter to catch him ? That is the bold , naked truth , and ugly enough it is . My dearly beloved sister , I mean to accept Mr. Sinclair , without any hesitation , whenever I get the chance . '' `` I give you credit for more sense than to dream of doing anything else , '' said Alicia in relieved tones . `` Katherine , you are a very lucky girl . '' `` Because I am going to marry a rich man for his money ? '' I said coldly . Sometimes I get snippy with Alicia these days . `` No , '' said my half-sister in an exasperated way .
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