He kissed her again.
"I can't believe it!" he said. "I'll make you a queen. And we'll be married in the autumn, Honora." He nodded boyishly towards the open windows of the library. "Shall I tell them?" he asked. "I feel like shouting it. I can't hold on much longer. I wonder what the old lady will say!"
Honora disengaged herself from his arms and fled to the screen door. As she opened it, she turned and smiled back at him.
"Mrs. Holt knows already," she said.
And catching her skirt, she flew quickly up the stairs.
End of Project Gutenberg's A Modern Chronicle, Volume 2, by Winston Churchill