"Will you go and tell him that a lady would like to see him?" said Edna, who did not think the youth capable of reporting her name correctly.
"Ay."
The messenger departed, whistling shrilly, and presently returned grinning broadly.
"Mr. Fuller, he's so busy as ever he can be. Could you give a message, like?"
"I'm afraid not," said Edna, suave but firm. "Tell him it's Lady Rossiter."
"I told him that," said the youth, looking still more amused.
Edna began to feel that the value of smiles might be overrated.
"Thank you. I'd better go myself. I'm so much obliged to you."
She nodded at the little boy rather distantly and went herself to knock at the closed door of Mr. Fuller's office.
A voice within uttered a short, sharp ejaculation which Lady Rossiter, with an optimism that did more credit to her imagination than to her common-sense, interpreted to mean, "Come in!"