“My God, I’m engaged!” she said to her reflection in the mirror as she washed her face. She took out her pins and redid her hair. “To a stranger, a foreigner, and I’m so happy!”
Then she stopped and remembered that her parents would have to consent to the marriage. I’ll get Aunt Helene and Uncle Theodore to help me, she decided. Although wild horses wouldn’t stop me. She didn’t think that any wild horses would be involved, although there would probably be the obligatory year of engagement.
But what about her determination not to marry and to pursue a career as a sculptor? Because Frederic was offering her a chance to work, a career as his wife, suddenly marriage didn’t seem to be so conventional to her. But had she been serious about her ambition if it disappeared so fast? Which one was her true self — the Elizabeth who loved art school or the Elizabeth who wanted to start a new life with Frederic?
— Chapter 10. Elizabeth goes to Budapest (1899)