I left the drawing-room--pausing, before entering Mr. Kendal's study, to admire the aviary--a veritable home of song--and to notice one diminutive member of the feathered tribe in particular, who has been taught by Miss Grimston to perform tricks _ad lib._, in addition to giving forth the sweetest of notes. The study is a very delicate apartment in terra-cotta and gold--here and there are quaint blue china vases and many exquisite bronzes. The window in the recess where the table is--a typical study table, suggesting plenty of work--is of stained glass, the quartet of divisions representing the four seasons. A glance round the walls of this room at once reveals the substantial side of Mr. Kendal's artistic hobby--pictures. In this apartment there is nothing but water-colours, save a very clever pen-and-ink sketch by a New York artist, called "Six Months After Marriage," which Jefferson caught sight of at the New York Dramatic Bazaar, and reminded Mr. Kendal to "keep his eye on," and a portrait or two of Mrs. Kendal and the children. "Hetty Sorrell" at her butter pats, with her thoughts very far from the churning-pan, is a gem. "The Last of St. Bartholomew" is a magnificent bit of painting, and the Venetian views at once carry one back to the home of the merry gondolier and perfect moonlight nights. This picture of Salvini--who its possessor assured me was the finest tragedian he had ever seen--was painted by Mr. Kendal himself. The bookcase, running along opposite the window, contains many rare first editions, of which Mr. Kendal is a very persevering and successful collector, and a bound manuscript copy of every play produced by him, together with the original sketches for the scenery. You may look over the "Scrap of Paper," "The Falcon," "Queen's Shilling," "Ladies' Battle," "Clancarty," "The Ironmaster," "The Money Spinner," and "The Squire"--Pinero's play, of which somebody wrote that it wafted the scent of the new-mown hay across the footlights. [Illustration: PORTRAIT OF SALVANI, BY MR. KENDAL.] It is interesting to learn how Mr. Kendal first came across Pinero. "I only knew him as an actor at the Lyceum," he said, "and had never met him. He wrote and asked if we would let him read a play to us. As a rule we never do that; but, remembering that Pinero was himself a player, we made an exception. So it came about that one day, after a rehearsal, the actor playwright read his piece to us in the _foyer_ of the St. James's. We never expected anything at first, but the reading ended in our taking the play immediately, though we scarcely knew what we should do with it, seeing it was a two-act play. We found an opportunity, however, and you know the success it was. It was called 'The Money Spinner.'"