Perhaps, after she's got him, she may change.

But not till the trap springs--not till the game's bagged." Lucia shuddered.

"Oh, Rita!" she cried.

And she turned away to bury her face in her arms.
"I suppose I oughtn't to tell you these things," pursued Margaret; "I ought to leave you your illusions as long as possible.

But--why shouldn't you know the truth?
Perhaps, if we all faced the truth about things, instead of sheltering ourselves in lies, the world would begin to improve." "But I don't see why you chose him," persisted Lucia.
"I didn't.