K.--So am I. Sold out just in time. Much better fun being here, than having the cholera at Scutari. Nice house, Milliken's. Snob, but good fellow--good cellar, doosid good cook. Really, that salmi yesterday,--couldn't have it better done at the "Rag" now. You have got into good quarters here, mother. LADY K.--The meals are very good, and the house is very good; the manners are not of the first order. But what can you expect of city people? I always told your poor dear sister, when she married Mr. Milliken, that she might look for everything substantial,--but not manners. Poor dear Arabella WOULD marry him. K.--Would! that is a good one, mamma! Why, you made her! It's a dozen years ago. But I recollect, when I came home from Eton, seeing her crying because Charley Tufton-- LADY K.--Mr. Tufton had not a shilling to bless himself with. The marriage was absurd and impossible. K.--He hadn't a shilling then. I guess he has plenty now. Elder brother killed, out hunting. Father dead. Tuf a baronet, with four thousand a year if he's a shilling. LADY K.--Not so much. K.--Four thousand if it's a shilling. Why, the property adjoins Kicklebury's--I ought to know. I've shot over it a thousand times. Heh! I remember, when I was quite a young 'un, how Arabella used to go out into Tufton Park to meet Charley--and he is a doosid good fellow, and a gentlemanlike fellow, and a doosid deal better than this city fellow. LADY K.--If you don't like this city fellow, Clarence, why do you come here? why didn't you stop with your elder brother at Kicklebury? K.--Why didn't I? Why didn't YOU stop at Kicklebury, mamma? Because you had notice to quit. Serious daughter-in-law, quarrels about management of the house--row in the building. My brother interferes, and politely requests mamma to shorten her visit. So it is with your other two daughters; so it was with Arabella when she was alive. What shindies you used to have with her, Lady Kicklebury! Heh! I had a row with my brother and sister about a confounded little nursery-maid. LADY K.--Clarence! K.--And so I had notice to quit too. And I'm in very good quarters here, and I intend to stay in 'em, mamma. I say-- LADY K.--What do you say? K.--Since I sold out, you know, and the regiment went abroad, confound me, the brutes at the "Rag" will hardly speak to me! I was so ill, I couldn't go. Who the doose can live the life I've led and keep health enough for that infernal Crimea? Besides, how could I help it? I was so cursedly in debt that I was OBLIGED to have the money, you know. YOU hadn't got any. LADY K.--Not a halfpenny, my darling. I am dreadfully in debt myself.