'Do you like New York?'
'I was not thinking of New York. Yes, I like it. I think I like any place where my home is.'
'Would you choose your future home rather in Seaforth, or in London?
You know, I am at home in both.'
Esther would not speak the woman's answer that rose to her lips, the immediate response, that where he was would be what she liked best. It flushed in her cheek and it parted her lips, but it came not forth in words. Instead came a cairn question of business.
'What are the arguments on either side?'
'Well,' said Pitt, shaping his 'rock' with bold strokes of the pencil, 'in Seaforth the sun always shines, or that is my recollection of it.'
'Does it not shine in London?'
'No, as a rule.'
Esther thought it did not matter!
'Then, for another consideration, in Seaforth you would never see, I suppose,—almost never,—sights of human distress. There are no poor there.'