we all know it to be naturally perverse and rebellious, greatly resembling Miss Edgworth's Irish boy, who said, "the more you call the more I won't come." In short, Lady Anne did not sleep till morning; and, before she arose, a certain iron safe in the detestable city had closed its "inexorable iron jaws" on the three bills which she did not consider as actually lost till then.
Her humour was evidently so bad after it was known that Mr. Palmer had been sauntering down the street more than an hour before, that neither daughter presumed to speak, and their movements were as gentle as if they trod on down. At length Georgiana ventured to say, when Lady Anne had breakfasted—
"Please, mamma, may the page go to Mr. Penrhyn's for my things?"
"How, in the name of wonder, could the boy carry your portmanteau and bonnet-box, to say nothing of other rubbish?"
"I thought he could take a hackney-coach, mamma."
"You thought, did you? that is a new occupation with you, I believe, and I would advise you to leave it alone. After seeing the way in which your dear brother Charles choused me out of my money last night, you might have concluded that I had not any thing to throw away on hackney-coaches to-
