"There is not an atom of risk. Linton has his play in his pocket: he shall read it to you--or, rather, _I_ will read it to you--before we leave you to-night. Linton is an execrable reader of his own works. He is so nervous and fidgety and _un_dramatic that he misses every point. If ever I feel inclined to punch his head it is when he is reading his manuscript to the company in the green-room. Many a good play has been rejected because of this incapacity; many a bad play has been accepted because of the fervour and the magnetism of the author, who, carried away himself (frequently by inordinate vanity), has carried away a theatrical manager, and actors too sometimes, and warped their judgment. _I_ will read Linton's play fairly, so that you will be able to form a proper estimate of it. Just consider, Leth: the bill is not due for six months. In three or four weeks at the furthest Linton's piece will be produced. The manager of the Star Theatre would like to rush it on sooner, but I shall insist upon a proper number of rehearsals. I shall stage-manage it myself, and that should be a guarantee. Two weeks after the production of the piece I shall have the pleasure--I beg Linton's pardon: _he_ will have the pleasure--of handing you the sum of three hundred pounds in a new suit of clothes. Not the money thus clothed, but the happy author. That will be four months before the money is to be paid to Mr. Jeremiah Pamflett. You can keep it and use it for those four months if you wish." "I shall pay it at once," said Mr. Lethbridge, "and get back the bill." "Then you will do it?" "I will do it," said Mr. Lethbridge: "and I wish Mr. Linton every success." "Linton, old chap," exclaimed Kiss, "your fortune's made!" Mr. Linton raised his eyes. The tears were brimming over in them, and running down his face. "How can I thank you?" he said to Mr. Lethbridge. "When everything looked so dark, and when I did not know which way to turn----" He could not go on. "There's a silver lining to every cloud," said Kiss, "and if it can be seen anywhere in this wilderness city it can be seen here, in my friend Leth's house. I call a blessing upon it. When you crossed this threshold you dropped on your feet. But I told you how it would be. Now, Leth, perhaps you would like to hear that, hearing I was out of an engagement, the manager of the Eden Theatre offered me terms, but I have such faith in Linton's new piece that I refused and kept myself open for it." "I am perfectly satisfied," said Mr. Lethbridge. "We can settle the affair at once, if you like," said Kiss. "Certainly, at once," assented Mr. Lethbridge. "I brought the bill with me, and here it is on stamped paper." He produced it, and Mr. Lethbridge, reading it through, accepted it, making it payable at the bank in which he had for so long a time held a position of trust. "Aunt Leth sent me to tell you," said Phoebe, popping in her head, "that tea is ready."