"Yes, it's been a good time, but we'll have lots more, Joan."
"Yes--oh, yes!" Why was she so doubtful? Of course they would have lots
more, they were going to live together.
She realized now how necessary, how vitally necessary it was that they
should live together. Their two weeks in London had emphasized that
fact, if it needed emphasizing. In the past she had known two
Elizabeths, but now she knew a third; there had been Elizabeth the
teacher and Elizabeth the friend. But now there was Elizabeth the
perfect companion. There was the Elizabeth who knew so much and was able
to make things so clear to you, and so interesting. The Elizabeth who
thought only of you, of how to please you and make you happy; the
Elizabeth who entered in, who liked what you liked, enjoying all sorts
of little things, finding fun at the identical moment when you were
wanting to laugh; in fact who thought your own thoughts. This was a
wonderful person who could descend with grace to your level or
unobtrusively drag you up to hers; an altogether darling, humorous and
understanding creature.