MRS. P.--Insolence, your ladyship! What--what is it? what has happened? What's Julia's hair down for? Ah! you've not sent the poor girl away? the poor, poor child, and the poor, poor children! TOUCHIT.--That dancing at the "Coburg" has come out, Mrs. Prior. MRS. P.--Not the darling's fault. It was to help her poor father in prison. It was I who forced her to do it. Oh! don't, don't, dear Lady Kicklebury, take the bread out of the mouths of these poor orphans! [Crying.] MILLIKEN.--Enough of this, Mrs. Prior: your daughter is not going away. Julia has promised to stay with me--and--never to leave me--as governess no longer, but as wife to me. MRS. P.--Is it--is it true, Julia? MISS P.--Yes, mamma. MRS. P.--Oh! oh! oh! [Flings down her umbrella, kisses JULIA, and running to MILLIKEN,] My son, my son! Come here, children. Come, Adolphus, Amelia, Charlotte--kiss your dear brother, children. What, my dears! How do you do, dears? [to MILLIKEN'S children]. Have they heard the news? And do you know that my daughter is going to be your mamma? There--there--go and play with your little uncles and aunts, that's good children! [She motions off the Children, who retire towards garden. Her manner changes to one of great patronage and intense satisfaction.] Most hot weather, your ladyship, I'm sure. Mr. Bonnington, you must find it hot weather for preachin'! Lor'! there's that little wretch beatin' Adolphus! George, sir! have done, sir! [Runs to separate them.] How ever shall we make those children agree, Julia? MISS P.--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!