Didn't
she give her clothes by the dozen that she hadn't worn a month? Did any
girl have a better time in society? Was any girl luckier at poker? Was any
girl more popular with men--too bad it was generally the married ones that
lost their heads....Better if she stopped fooling and married. By and by it
would be too late.
But she didn't want to marry. She was sick of men. She wanted to get out of
her old life altogether and cultivate a side of her mind and character
that had stagnated so far...also to enjoy the independent life of
a money-earner...life in an entirely different world...something
new...new...new.
Alexina had offered to lend her the capital, for Alice had a hard cool
head. But she had refused, saying she could mortgage her old barrack if
it came to that...but she didn't know...it would he a break....Sib might
never speak to her again...people were such snobs...and she mightn't like
it...she wished she had been born of poor but honest parents and put to
work in a canning factory or married the plumber.
She had done nothing, and Alexina wondered if she would have the courage to
go into some sort of business with herself...they could give out they
were bored, seeking a new distraction...save the precious pride of their
families.
She leaned forward and took her head in her hands. If she only had some one
to talk things over with. It was impossible to confide in Gora, in any
one.
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