One afternoon, between six and seven, Kendal was working alone in his room with the unusual prospect of a clear evening before him.  He had finished a piece of writing, and was standing before the fire deep in thought over the first paragraphs of his next chapter, when he heard a knock; the door opened, and Wallace stood on the threshold.

’May I come in?  It’s a shame to disturb you; but I’ve really got something important to talk to you about.  I want your advice badly.’

’Oh, come in, by all means.  Here’s some cold tea; will you have some? or will you stay and dine?  I must dine early to-night for my work.  I’ll ring and tell Mason.’

‘No, don’t; I can’t stay.  I must be in Kensington at eight.’  He threw himself into Kendal’s deep reading-chair, and looked up at his friend standing silent and expectant on the hearth-rug.  ’Do you remember that play of mine I showed you in the spring?’

Kendal took time to think.

’Perfectly; you mean that play by that young Italian fellow which you altered and translated?  I remember it quite well.  I have meant to ask you about it once or twice lately.’

’You thought well of it, I know.  Well, my sister has got me into the most uncomfortable hobble about it.  You know I hadn’t taken it to any manager.  I’ve been keeping it by me, working it up here and there.  I am in no want of money just now, and I had set my heart on the thing’s being really good—­well written and well acted.  Well, Agnes, in a rash moment two or three days ago, and without consulting me, told Miss Bretherton the whole story of the play, and said that she supposed I should soon want somebody to bring it out for me.  Miss Bretherton was enormously struck with the plot, as Agnes told it to her, and the next time I saw her she insisted that I should read some scenes from it to her—­’

’Good heavens! and now she has offered to produce it and play the principal part in it herself,’ interrupted Kendal.

Wallace nodded.  ’Just so; you see, my relations with her are so friendly that it was impossible for me to say no.  But I never was in a greater fix.  She was enthusiastic.  She walked up and down the room after I’d done reading, repeating some of the passages, going through some of the situations, and wound up by saying, “Give it me, Mr. Wallace!  It shall be the first thing I bring out in my October season—­if you will let me have it.”  Well, of course, I suppose most people would jump at such an offer.  Her popularity just now is something extraordinary, and I see no signs of its lessening.  Any piece she plays in is bound to be a success, and I suppose I should make a good deal of money out of it; but then, you see, I don’t want the money, and—­’

‘Yes, yes, I see,’ said Kendal, thoughtfully; ’you don’t want the money, and you feel that she will ruin the play.  It’s a great bore certainly.’