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 the printing-office, which--which I won't talk of NOW, madam. I never knew him angry; though many a time I have known him provoked. I never knew him say a hard word, though sometimes perhaps we've deserved it. Not often--such a good master as that is pretty sure of getting a good servant--that is, if a man has a heart in his bosom; and these things are found both in and out of livery. Yes, I have been a honest servant to him,--haven't I, Mr. Milliken? MILLIKEN.--Indeed, yes, John. JOHN.--And so has Mary Barlow. Mary, my dear! [Mary comes forward.] Will you allow me to introduce you, sir, to the futur' Mrs. Howell?--if Mr. Bonnington does YOUR little business for you, as I dare say [turning to Mr. B.], hold gov'nor, you will!--Make it up with your poor son, Mrs. Bonnington, ma'am. You have took a second 'elpmate, why shouldn't Master Horace? [to Mrs. B.] He--he wants somebody to help him, and take care of him, more than you do. TOUCHIT.--You never spoke a truer word in your life, Howell. JOHN.--It's my general 'abit, Capting, to indulge in them sort of statements. A true friend I have been to my master, and a true friend I'll remain when he's my master no more. MILLIKEN.--Why, John, you are not going to leave me?