She must go instead in the afternoon.

So she walked briskly to the house, with a strange feeling of relief and joy, which she was quite unable to account for in any explicable way.
Nothing delayed her on her second attempt to reach the orchard house, and she found Cheiron placidly smoking while he read a volume of Lucian.
She was quite aware what that meant.

When the Professor was in an amused and cynical humor he always read Lucian, and although he knew every word by heart, it still caused him complete satisfaction, plainly to be discerned by the upward raising of the left penthouse brow.
Halcyone sat down and smiled sympathetically while she tried to detect which volume it was, that she might have some clew to the cause of her Professor's mood.

But he carefully closed the book, so that she could not see--it was the Judgment of Paris in the dialogue of the gods--and she was unable to have her curiosity gratified.
"Something has entertained you, Cheiron ?" she said.
"I have had the visit of two goddesses," he answered, chuckling.

"Our friend John Derringham brought them.