She followed in imagination the career of other beauties, pointing out to her daughter what might be achieved through such a gift, and dwelling on the awful warning of those who, in spite of it, had failed to get what they wanted: to Mrs.Bart, only stupidity could explain the lamentable denouement of some of her examples.

She was not above the inconsistency of charging fate, rather than herself, with her own misfortunes; but she inveighed so acrimoniously against love-matches that Lily would have fancied her own marriage had been of that nature, had not Mrs.Bart frequently assured her that she had been "talked into it"-- by whom, she never made clear.
Lily was duly impressed by the magnitude of her opportunities.

The dinginess of her present life threw into enchanting relief the existence to which she felt herself entitled.

To a less illuminated intelligence Mrs.Bart's counsels might have been dangerous; but Lily understood that beauty is only the raw material of conquest, and that to convert it into success other arts are required.

She knew that to betray any sense of superiority was a subtler form of the stupidity her mother denounced, and it did not take her long to learn that a beauty needs more tact than the possessor of an average set of features.
Her ambitions were not as crude as Mrs.Bart's.