MRS. B.--How do you do, Lady Kicklebury?
LADY K.--My dear Mrs. Bonnington! and you come to dinner of course?
MRS. B.--To dine with my own son, I may take the liberty. How are my
grandchildren? my darling little Emily, is she well, Mrs. Prior?
LADY K. [aside].--Emily? why does she not call the child by her blessed
mother's name of Arabella? [To MRS. B.] ARABELLA is quite well, Mrs.
Bonnington. Mr. Squillings said it was nothing; only her grandmamma
Bonnington spoiling her, as usual. Mr. Bonnington and all your numerous
young folk are well, I hope?
MRS. B.--My family are all in perfect health, I thank you. Is Horace
come home from the city?
LADY K.--Goodness! there's the dinner-bell,--I must run to dress.
MRS. PRIOR.--Shall I come with you, dear Lady Kicklebury?