A FORMAL CALL I changed my mind about calling at the Milan that morning, but toward five o'clock in the afternoon I presented myself there, and gave the hall-porter my card to send up to Miss Delora. He received me with some surprise, but I explained that I had been obliged to postpone my visit into the country. "Miss Delora has asked twice about you this morning, sir," he announced. "I gave her your country address." "Quite right," I answered. "By the bye, is Mr. Delora visible yet?" "Not yet, sir," the man answered. "Rather a curious thing about his return, sir," he added. "Not a soul has even seen him yet." I nodded, but made no remark. Presently the boy who had taken my card up returned. "Miss Delora would be glad if you would step upstairs, sir," he announced. I followed him in

