She will realize how utterly absurd it is to attempt to be any thing else.

If persons in books, she will reflect, are not high-minded or pure-minded, or even clean-minded, it is useless for an ordinary person out of a book to attempt to be any of these.
This is the lesson of some new writers, and Catrina Lanovitch had, fortunately enough, lacked the opportunity of learning it.
She only knew that she loved Paul, and that what she wanted was Paul's love to go with her all through her life.

She was not self-analytical, nor subtle, nor given to thinking about her own thoughts.

Perhaps she was old-fashioned enough to be romantic.

If this be so, we must bear with her romance, remembering that, at all events, romance serves to elevate, while realism tends undoubtedly toward deterioration.
Catrina hated Etta Sydney Bamborough with a simple half-barbaric hatred because she had gained the love of Paul Alexis.