That he should live in an hotel was another of Caranby's eccentricities.

He had a house in town and three in the country, yet for years he had lived--as the saying is--on his portmanteau.

Even the villa at Nice he owned was unoccupied by this strange nobleman, and was usually let to rich Americans.

When in England he stopped at the Avon Hotel and when in the country remained at any inn of the neighborhood in which he might chance to find himself wandering.

And wandering is an excellent word to apply to Lord Caranby's peregrinations.