As far as personal inclination was concerned, Sara would gladly have adopted Elisabeth's suggestion. She shrank inexpressibly from returning to Monkshaven, shrouded, as it was, in brief but poignant memories, but she had given Selwyn her word that she would go back, and, even in a comparatively unimportant matter such as this appeared, she had a predilection in favour of abiding by a promise.
Elisabeth demurred.
“You're putting Dr. Selwyn before us,” she declared, candidly amazed.
“I promised him first,” replied Sara. “In my position, you'd do the same.”
Elisabeth shook her head.
“I shouldn't,” she replied with energy. “The people I love come first—all the rest nowhere.”
“Then I'm glad I'm one of the people you love,” retorted Sara, laughing. “And, let me tell you, I think you're a most unmoral person.”
Elisabeth looked at her reflectively.
“Perhaps I am,” she acknowledged. “At least, from a conventional point of view. Certainly I shouldn't let any so-called moral scruples spoil the happiness of any one I cared about. However, I suppose you would, and so we're all to be offered up on the altar of this twopenny-halfpenny promise you've made to Dr. Selwyn?”
Sara laughed and kissed her.