“All right,” said Pomeroy promptly. “You have it now, and I’ll take over on the first of July.”
Miss Seneschal swallowed.
“I can’t do that,” she said coldly. “I—I’m engaged from now till July.”
“So’m I,” said Pomeroy shortly. “Six deep. London season.”
There was a pregnant silence.
At length—
“I think we’d better renounce,” said Belinda shakily.
“Renounce?” cried Pomeroy. “Not in this suiting. It’s the first villa I’ve been left at Biarritz, an’ the next one mayn’t be so nice.”
“It’s—it’s very nice, is it?” said Forsyth.
“Perfectly charming,” said Belinda. “It’s got the most glorious position.”