MILLIKEN.—You come into your property?
GEORGE.—I shall, you know, when you're dead, Papa. I shall have this house, and Pigeoncot; and the house in town—no, I don't mind about the house in town—and I shan't let Bella live with me—no, I won't.
BELLA.—No; I won't live with YOU. And I'LL have Pigeoncot.
GEORGE.—You shan't have Pigeoncot. I'll have it: and the ponies: and I won't let you ride them—and the dogs, and you shan't have even a puppy to play with and the dairy and won't I have as much cream as I like—that's all!
TOUCHIT.—What a darling boy! Your children are brought up beautifully, Milliken. It's quite delightful to see them together.
GEORGE.—And I shall sink the name of Milliken, I shall.
MILLIKEN.—Sink the name? why, George?
GEORGE.—Because the Millikens are nobodies—grandmamma says they are nobodies. The Kickleburys are gentlemen, and came over with William the Conqueror.
BELLA.—I know when that was. One thousand one hundred and one thousand one hundred and onety-one!
GEORGE.—Bother when they came over! But I know this, when I come into the property I shall sink the name of Milliken.