Kiss and Mr. Lethbridge were related--second or third cousins, or something of that sort; one of those genealogical connections with mixed marriages which make the head ache--and it was from Kiss that Mr. Lethbridge obtained orders for the play. Kiss had other and nearer relations, some of whom were in the habit of visiting Mr. Lethbridge's house, where, it need scarcely be said, they were more than welcome, the younger members of Aunt Leth's family, and all her other young friends, looking up to these luminaries with a kind of awe. "Better than a theatre, I dare say," said Kiss, heartily; "at all events, a great deal cheaper. So easy to get up your pieces, so easy to write 'em, so easy to get them played. No jealousies and heart-burnings; all plain sailing. And no rehearsals, my boy; no rehearsals"--at which contemplation Kiss joyously rubbed his hands. "Everybody pleased and satisfied with his part. Lessee, stage-manager, every soul in the place, down to the check-taker at the gallery--I should rather say up, shouldn't I?--in a state of calm beatitude. Why? Because success is assured beforehand. No expense for dresses, none for scenery. Such a first-night audience! No blackguards paying their shillings in the hope of a chance of hooting and hissing. There are such now-a-days, I regret to say. Then the critics! Not at all a bad lot, Leth, let me tell you, though they have given many a poor devil the heartache. I often pity them for the sorry stuff they have to listen to and write about. Not a bed of roses, theirs! And I'd sooner be Kiss, first low comedy, than dramatic critic of the best paper going. As you play your pieces, Leth, do you ever think of the fine notices written about 'em in the next morning's papers?" "I seldom get as far as that," replied Mr. Lethbridge, smiling. "Ah!" said Kiss, "that's because you have no vanity." "I have a great deal," said Mr. Lethbridge, shaking his head. "You're no judge of yourself; none of us are of ourselves. But let your mind run on it a bit; it will make your nerves tingle with delight. Not for yourself, perhaps; for others--for Aunt Leth, now; and pretty Fanny; and Bob, the rascal!" "Yes, for them, for them!" said Mr. Lethbridge, eagerly. "I will, Kiss; I will!--that is, if it comes to me to do it. For, do you know, what you call 'my pieces' are really very curious things, not only in themselves, but in the way they happen. Quite unexpectedly, Kiss--quite unexpectedly. Now what do the critics say about the piece--just by way of example--I've been playing in my walk home from the bank? But it's rather foolish of me to ask you such a question, as you are in complete ignorance of the kind of piece it is." "Wrong, Leth, wrong. I know a great deal about it; more than you are aware of." "Really?" "Really, and in very truth, my liege lord." "Now this is interesting. It is quite a pleasure, meeting you in this way. Go on about my piece."