"Tell me," she inquired, "has my husband sent you here?"
Arnold admitted the fact.
"I have a message," he replied.
"For Mr. Rosario?"
"For Mr. Rosario."
"You have not seen anything of him yet, then?" she asked quickly.
"He has not been here," Arnold assured her. "I have kept my eyes glued upon the door."
"Tell me the message quickly," she begged.
Arnold did not hesitate. Mr. Weatherley was his employer but this woman was his employer's wife. If there were secrets between them, it was not his concern. It seemed natural enough that she should ask. It was certainly not his place to refuse to answer her question.
"I was to tell him that on no account was he to lunch here to-day," Arnold said. "He was to go instead to the grill room at Prince's in Piccadilly, and remain there until two o'clock."