MRS. PRIOR.—The widow's and orphans' blessings upon you! I said my Charlotte was as tall, but I never said she had such a figure as yours—who has?
CHARLES announces—
CHARLES.—Mrs. Bonnington! [Enter MRS. BONNINGTON.]
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?