“Well, that’s what you came for—Ivan.”
“I know. But . . . Well, it’s a bigger house than I thought. You know. A shade roomy for one. The thought of five empty bathrooms’d make my blood run cold.”
“Isn’t there someone you can ask?”
Pomeroy shook his head.
“Not a soul.”
“But this is absurd,” said Belinda, crossing her legs. “One day you won’t come because I’m here, and the next you won’t stay because I’m not.”
“ ‘Won’t come’?” cried Ivan. “How could I?”
“Well, you did eventually, didn’t you?”
“I know, but——”
“If you’d liked,” said Belinda, “you could have come on the fifth.”