"Are you lunching alone ?" "Quite alone," Arnold answered.
She glanced half carelessly around, as though to see whether she recognized any acquaintances.

Arnold, however, was convinced that she was simply anxious not to be overheard.
"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.