.--They have been a little spoiled, and I think Mr. Milliken will
send George and Arabella to school, mamma: will you not, Horace?

MR. MILLIKEN.--I think school will be the very best thing for them.

MRS. P.--And [Mrs. P. whispers, pointing to her own children] the blue
room, the green room, the rooms old Lady Kick has--plenty of room for
us, my dear!

MISS P.--No, mamma, I think it will be too large a party,--Mr. Milliken
has often said that he would like to go abroad, and I hope that now he
will be able to make his tour.

MRS. P.--Oh, then! we can live in the house, you know: what's the use of
payin' lodgin', my dear?

MISS P.--The house is going to be painted. You had best live in your own
house, mamma; and if you want anything, Horace, Mr. Milliken, I am sure,
will make it comfortable for you. He has had too many visitors of late,
and will like a more quiet life, I think. Will you not?

MILLIKEN.--I shall like a life with YOU, Julia.

JOHN.--Cab, sir, for her ladyship!

LADY K.--This instant let me go! Call my people. Clarence, your arm!
Bulkeley, Pinhorn! Mrs. Bonnington, I wish you good-morning! Arabella,
angel! [looks at picture] I leave you. I shall come to you ere long.
[Exit, refusing MILLIKEN's hand, passes up garden, with her servants
following her. MARY and other servants of the house are collected
together, whom Lady K. waves off. Bluecoat boy on wall eating plums.
Page, as she goes, cries, Hurray, hurray! Bluecoat boy cries, Hurray!
When Lady K. is gone, JOHN advances.]

JOHN.--I think I heard you say, sir, that it was your intention to go
abroad?

MILLIKEN.--Yes; oh, yes! Are we going abroad, my Julia?

MISS P.--To settle matters, to have the house painted, and clear
[pointing to children, mother, &c.] Don't you think it is the best thing
that we can do?

MILLIKEN.--Surely, surely: we are going abroad. Howell, you will come
with us of course, and with your experiences you will make a capital
courier. Won't Howell make a capital courier, Julia? Good honest fellow,
John Howell. Beg your pardon for being so rude to you just now. But my
temper is very hot, very.

JOHN [laughing].--You are a Tartar, sir. Such a tyrant! isn't he, ma'am?

MISS P.--Well, no; I don't think you have a very bad temper, Mr.
Milliken, a--Horace.

JOHN.--You must--take care of him--alone, Miss Prior--Julia--I mean Mrs.
Milliken. Man and boy I've waited on him this fifteen year: with the
exception of that trial at t