THE MAN WHO WENT TO HELL The Hon.

Sydney Chester Molyneux stood with his cue in one hand, and an open telegram in the other, in the billiard-room at Enton.

He was visibly annoyed.
"Beastly hard luck," he declared.

"Parliament is a shocking grind anyway.

It isn't that one ever does anything, you know, but one wastes such a lot of time when one might have been doing something worth while." "Do repeat that, Sydney," Lady Caroom begged, laying down her novel for a moment.