Quite early in the next day Ferrari called to see me.

I was at breakfast--he apologized for disturbing me at the meal.
"But," he explained, frankly, "the Countess Romani laid such urgent commands upon me that I was compelled to obey.

We men are the slaves of women!" "Not always," I said, dryly, as I motioned him to take a seat--"there are exceptions--myself for instance.

Will you have some coffee ?" "Thanks, I have already breakfasted.

Pray do not let me be in your way, my errand is soon done.