A most dangerous woman, I decided--one to be shut up in a cage with thick iron bars.
"It's charming of you to come.

I've heard so much of you from Mr.
Kynnersley.

Do sit down." Her voice was lazy and languorous and caressing like the purr of a great cat; and there was something exotic in her accent, something seductive, something that ought to be prohibited by the police.

She sank into her low chair by the fire, indicating one for me square with the hearthrug.
Dale, so as to leave me a fair conversational field with the lady, established himself on the sofa some distance off, and began to talk with a Chow dog, with whom he was obviously on terms of familiarity.
Madame Brandt make a remark about the Chow dog's virtues, to which I politely replied.

She put him through several tricks.