"It appears more perfect every time one sees it," he remarked, without looking at Aubrey.
Aubrey handed him a form for foreign telegrams, and a fountain pen.
"What are you going to say to—to your wife?" he asked in a low voice.
"I don't know," said Ronnie, vaguely. "What a jolly pen! What am I to do with this?"
"You are to let Helen know whether she is to meet you in town, or to wait at the Grange."
"Ah, I remember. What do you advise, Treherne? I don't seem able to make plans."
"I should say most decidedly, let her wait for you at home."
"Yes, I think so too. I shall be rushing around in town. I can get home before tea-time. How shall I word it?"
"Why not say: Owing to satisfactory news in letter, prefer to meet you quietly at home. All well."
Ronnie wrote this at Aubrey's dictation; then he paused.