JOHN.--What a good fellow you are, sir! You'd give your head off your shoulders, that you would. Is the fish for dinner to-day? Band-box for my lady, I suppose, sir? [Looks in]--Turban, feathers, bugles, marabouts, spangles--doose knows what. Yes, it's for her ladyship. [To Page.] Charles, take this band-box to her ladyship's maid. [To his master.] What sauce would you like with the turbot? Lobster sauce or Hollandaise? Hollandaise is best--most wholesome for you. Anybody besides Captain Touchit coming to dinner? MILLIKEN.--No one that I know of. JOHN.--Very good. Bring up a bottle of the brown hock? He likes the brown hock, Touchit does. [Exit JOHN.] Enter Children. They run to MILLIKEN. BOTH.--How d'you do, Papa! How do you do, Papa! MILLIKEN.--Kiss your old father, Arabella. Come here, George--What? GEORGE.--Don't care for kissing--kissing's for gals. Have you brought me that bat from London? MILLIKEN.--Yes. Here's the bat; and here's the ball [takes one from pocket]--and-- GEORGE.--Where's the wickets, Papa. O-o-o--where's the wickets? [howls.] MILLIKEN.--My dear, darling boy! I left them at the office. What a silly papa I was to forget them! Parkins forgot them. GEORGE.--Then turn him away, I say! Turn him away! [He stamps.] MILLIKEN.--What! an old, faithful clerk and servant of your father and grandfather for thirty years past? An old man, who loves us all, and has nothing but our pay to live on? ARABELLA.--Oh, you naughty boy! GEORGE.--I ain't a naughty boy. ARABELLA.--You are a naughty boy. GEORGE.--He! he! he! he! [Grins at her.] MILLIKEN.--Hush, children! Here, Arabella darling, here is a book for you. Look--aren't they pretty pictures? ARABELLA.--Is it a story, Papa? I don't care for stories in general. I like something instructive and serious. Grandmamma Bonnington and grandpapa say-- GEORGE.--He's NOT your grandpapa. ARABELLA.--He IS my grandpapa. GEORGE.--Oh, you great story! Look! look! there's a cab. [Runs out. The head of a Hansom cab is seen over the garden-gate. Bell rings. Page comes. Altercation between Cabman and Captain TOUCHIT appears to go on, during which] MILLIKEN.--Come and kiss your old father, Arabella. He's hungry for kisses. ARABELLA.--Don't. I want to go and look at the cab; and to tell Captain Touchit that he mustn't use naughty words. [Runs towards garden. Page is seen carrying a carpet-bag.] Enter TOUCHIT through the open window smoking a cigar. TOUCHIT.--How d'ye do, Milliken? How are tallows, hey, my noble merchant? I have brought my bag, and intend to sleep-- GEORGE.--I say, godpapa-- TOUCHIT.--Well, godson! GEORGE.--Give us a cigar! TOUCHIT.--Oh, you enfant terrible! MILLIKEN [wheezily].--Ah--ahem--George Touchit! you wouldn't mind--a--smoking that cigar in the garden, would you? Ah--ah! TOUCHIT.--Hullo! What's in the wind now? You used to be a most inveterate smoker, Horace.