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said, "What do you go without your cash for, my pretty lady? Why don't you take your guineas?"
"Excuse, excuse me, Sir!" cried Juliet, hastily, and trying to be gone.
"And why?" cried he, a little angrily. "Are they not your own? What have you been singing for, and playing, and reading, and walking? and humouring the little naughty boy? and coddling the cross little dog? Take your guineas, I say! Would you be so proud as to leave the obligation all on the side of Mrs. Ireton?"
A smile at this statement, in defiance of her distress, irresistibly stole its way upon the features of Juliet; while Mrs. Ireton, stung to the quick, though forcing a contemptuous laugh, exclaimed, "This is really the height of the marvellous! It transcends all my poor ideas! I own that! I can't deny that! However, I must drop my acquaintance entirely with Miss Arbe, if it is to subject me to intrusions of every sort, on
