Bertie Caradoc, leaving the smoking-room at Monkland Court that same evening,--on his way to bed, went to the Georgian corridor, where his pet barometer was hanging.

To look at the glass had become the nightly habit of one who gave all the time he could spare from his profession to hunting in the winter and to racing in the summer.' The Hon.

Hubert Caradoc, an apprentice to the calling of diplomacy, more completely than any living Caradoc embodied the characteristic strength and weaknesses of that family.

He was of fair height, and wiry build.
His weathered face, under sleek, dark hair, had regular, rather small features, and wore an expression of alert resolution, masked by impassivity.

Over his inquiring, hazel-grey eyes the lids were almost religiously kept half drawn.