'Oh, don't let's talk business at dinner! I'll tell you about it afterwards,' she said.
Mervyn interposed with a suave but peremptory request.
'My dear, it must be on our minds. Just tell us in a word.'
Her brain, still working at express speed, seeming indeed as though it could never again drop to humdrum pace, pictured the effect of the truth and the Barmouth way of looking at the truth. She had no hope but that the truth—well, most of the truth anyhow—must come some day; but she must tell it to Mervyn alone, at her own time; she would not and could not tell it to them all there and then.
'It's very good,' she said coolly. 'I don't understand quite how good, but quite good.'
'And the whole thing's finished?' asked Mrs. Bonfill.
'Absolutely finished,' assented Trix.
Lord Barmouth sighed and looked round the table; his air was magnanimous in the extreme.
'I think we must say, "All's well that ends well!"' Trix was next him; he patted her hand as it lay on the table.