He was very proud.
The Pussum rose.

She gave a black look at Halliday, black and deadly, which brought the rather foolishly pleased smile to that young man's face.

Then she went out of the room, with a cold good-night to them all generally.
There was a brief interval, they heard a door close, then Maxim said, in his refined voice: 'That's all right.' He looked significantly at Gerald, and said again, with a silent nod: 'That's all right--you're all right.' Gerald looked at the smooth, ruddy, comely face, and at the strange, significant eyes, and it seemed as if the voice of the young Russian, so small and perfect, sounded in the blood rather than in the air.
'I'M all right then,' said Gerald.
'Yes! Yes! You're all right,' said the Russian.
Halliday continued to smile, and to say nothing.
Suddenly the Pussum appeared again in the door, her small, childish face looking sullen and vindictive.
'I know you want to catch me out,' came her cold, rather resonant voice.

'But I don't care, I don't care how much you catch me out.' She turned and was gone again.

She had been wearing a loose dressing-gown of purple silk, tied round her waist.