FIFTEEN YEARS IN HELL "Really," Lady Caroom exclaimed, "Enton is the cosiest large house I was ever in.

Do throw that Bradshaw away, Arranmore.

The one o'clock train will do quite nicely." Lord Arranmore obeyed her literally.

He jerked the volume lightly into a far corner of the room and came over to her side.

She was curled up in a huge easy-chair, and her face caught by the glow of the dancing firelight almost startled him by its youth.