She should be left to enjoy the victory undisturbed.

Within the hotel rotunda, under the multicolored lights, he halted Craig, hurrying forward to a conference with the steward.
"I am awfully sorry, old man," he explained apologetically, "but the fact is, I do not feel well enough to remain down here to the spread.
Nothing serious, you know--indigestion or something like that.

I 'll run up to my room and lie down for a while; if I feel better I may wander in later." Craig looked concerned.
"Thought you were mighty white about the gills all the evening, Ned--the lobster salad, likely.

I hate letting you go, awfully; upon my word, I do.

I wanted Lizzie to meet you; she 's always heard me singing your praises, and your not being there will prove quite a disappointment to her.