Ring, and tell them we shall not be ready for a quarter of an hour, there's a dear boy! And think of something really funny to tell me at lunch.
Afterwards we will discuss plans." She had reached the door when Ronald suddenly called after her: "Helen! Hadn't you something to tell me, too ?" She turned in the doorway.

Her face was gay with smiles.
"Oh, mine must wait," she said.

"Your new plot, and the wonderful journey it involves, require our undivided attention." The sun shone very brightly just then.

It touched the halo of Helen's soft hair, turning it to gold.

_In hoc vince_ gleamed upon the pane.
For a moment she stood in the doorway, giving him a chance to insist upon hearing that which she had to tell.