"I am sure," she said, "I can guess the reason why; I have been wondering over it all day, and at last the solution has come to me. Listen, my dear Miss Bateman; listen, Miss Sharston; Susan, you cannot prevent my speaking.  I see, Miss Dartmoor, you are thinking me a little fool, but I have guessed at the solution.  It is because in the moment of triumph the brow of the young victor--victress, don't you say? no, of course, victor--will be crowned with a laurel wreath.  Ah, how sweet!  Florence dear, nothing could be more becoming to you."