“Well, I protest,” said Pomeroy. “I—I like the balustrade.”
“Unfortunately I don’t,” said Belinda in a freezing tone. “That’s why I shall have it removed. When you come you can fix up a life-line—for night-work.”
Forsyth cleared his throat.
“I’m afraid any structural alterations would have to be agreed, Miss Seneschal.”
“But it isn’t a structural alteration.”
“My dear child,” said Pomeroy, raising his eyes.
Belinda regarded him furiously. Then she averted her gaze and tilted her chin.
“Mr. Forsyth,” she said, “the house is ours. If it was mine I should put in a caretaker at once. But I suppose I mustn’t do that.”
Forsyth turned to Pomeroy.
“Have you any objection?” he said.