She did not quite know her position.Her alliance for the time being was with Gerald, and she did not know how far this was admitted by any of the men.She was considering how she should carry off the situation.She was determined to have her experience.Now, at this eleventh hour, she was not to be baulked.Her face was flushed as with battle, her eye was brooding but inevitable.
The man came in with tea and a bottle of Kummel.He set the tray on a little table before the couch.
`Pussum,' said Halliday, `pour out the tea.'
She did not move.
`Won't you do it?' Halliday repeated, in a state of nervous apprehension.
`I've not come back here as it was before,' she said.`I only came because the others wanted me to, not for your sake.'
`My dear Pussum, you know you are your own mistress.I don't want you to do anything but use the flat for your own convenience -- you know it, I've told you so many times.'
She did not reply, but silently, reservedly reached for the tea-pot.
They all sat round and drank tea.Gerald could feel the electric connection between him and her so strongly, as she sat there quiet and withheld, that another set of conditions altogether had come to pass.Her silence and her immutability perplexed him.How was he going to come to her?
And yet he felt it quite inevitable.He trusted completely to the current that held them.His perplexity was only superficial, new conditions reigned, the old were surpassed; here one did as one was possessed to do, no matter what it was.
Birkin rose.It was nearly one o'clock.
`I'm going to bed,' he said.`Gerald, I'll ring you up in the morning at your place or you ring me up here.'
`Right,' said Gerald, and Birkin went out.
When he was well gone, Halliday said in a stimulated voice, to Gerald:
`I say, won't you stay here -- oh do!'
`You can't put everybody up,' said Gerald.
`Oh but I can, perfectly -- there are three more beds besides mine --do stay, won't you.Everything is quite ready -- there is always somebody here -- I always put people up -- I love having the house crowded.'
`But there are only two rooms,' said the Pussum, in a cold, hostile voice, `now Rupert's here.'
`I know there are only two rooms,' said Halliday, in his odd, high way of speaking.`But what does that matter?'
He was smiling rather foolishly, and he spoke eagerly, with an insinuating determination.
`Julius and I will share one room,' said the Russian in his discreet, precise voice.Halliday and he were friends since Eton.
`It's very simple,' said Gerald, rising and pressing back his arms, stretching himself.Then he went again to look at one of the pictures.
Every one of his limbs was turgid with electric force, and his back was tense like a tiger's, with slumbering fire.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.She looked so small and childish and vulnerable, almost pitiful.And yet the black looks of her eyes made Gerald feel drowned in some potent darkness that almost frightened him.
The men lit another cigarette and talked casually.
