class of servant to whom Bulkeley belongs. I had him, as a great favor,
from Lord Toddleby. That class of servant is accustomed generally not to
go out single.

MILLIKEN.--Unless they are two behind a carriage-perch they pine away,
as one love-bird does without his mate!

LADY K.--No doubt! no doubt! I only say you are not accustomed here--in
this kind of establishment, you understand--to that class of--

MRS. B.--Lady Kicklebury! is my son's establishment not good enough for
any powdered monster in England? Is the house of a British merchant--?

LADY K.--My dear creature! my dear creature! it IS the house of a
British merchant, and a very comfortable house.

MRS. B.--Yes, as you find it.

LADY K.--Yes, as I find it, when I come to take care of my departed,
angel's children, Mrs. Bonnington--[pointing to picture]--of THAT
dear seraph's orphans, Mrs. Bonnington. YOU cannot. You have other
duties--other children--a husband at home in delicate health, who--

MRS. B.--Lady Kicklebury, no one shall say I don't take care of my dear
husband!

MILLIKEN.--My dear mother! My dear Lady Kicklebury! [To T., who has come
forward.] They spar so every night they meet, Touchit. Ain't it hard?

LADY K.--I say you DO take care of Mr. Bonnington, Mrs. Bonnington, my