In giving an account of the arrival of Lady Lillycraft at the Hall, I ought to have mentioned the entertainment which I derived¹ from witnessing the unpacking² of her carriage, and the disposing of her retinue³. There is something extremely amusing to me in the number of factitious wants, the loads of imaginary conveniences, but real incumbrances, with which the luxurious⁴ are apt to burthen themselves. I like to watch the whimsical stir and display about one of these petty progresses. The number of robustious footmen and retainers of all kinds bustling⁵ about, with looks of infinite gravity and importance, to do almost nothing. The number of heavy trunks and parcels, and bandboxes, belonging to my lady; and the solicitude⁶ exhibited about some humble⁷, odd-looking box by my lady's maid; the cushions piled in the carriage to make a soft seat still softer, and to prevent the dreaded⁸ possibility of a jolt⁹; the smelling-bottles, the cordials, the baskets of biscuit and fruit; the new publications; all provided to guard against hunger, fatigue¹⁰, or ennui¹¹; the led horses to vary the mode of travelling; and all this preparation and parade to move, perhaps, some very good-for-nothing personage about a little space of earth!  
I do not mean to apply the latter part of these observations to Lady Lillycraft, for whose simple kindheartedness I have a very great respect, and who is really a most amiable¹² and worthy¹³ being. I cannot refrain, however, from mentioning some of the motley retinue she has brought with her; and which, indeed, bespeak¹⁴ the overflowing¹⁵ kindness of her nature, which requires her to be surrounded with objects on which to lavish¹⁶ it.
 
In the first place, her ladyship has a pampered¹⁷ coachman, with a red face, and cheeks that hang down like dewlaps. He evidently domineers over her a little with respect to the fat horses; and only drives out when he thinks proper, and when he thinks it will be "good for the cattle."
 
 
The Old Coachman 
She has a favourite page to attend upon her person; a handsome boy of about twelve years of age, but a mischievous¹⁸ varlet, very much spoiled, and in a fair way to be good for nothing. He is dressed in green, with a profusion¹⁹ of gold cord and gilt²⁰ buttons about his clothes. She always has one or two attendants of the kind, who are replaced by others as soon as they grow to fourteen years of age. She has brought two dogs with her also, out of a number of pets which she maintains at home. One is a fat spaniel, called Zephyr²¹—though heaven defend me from such a zephyr! He is fed out of all shape and comfort; his eyes are nearly strained out of his head; he wheezes²² with corpulency, and cannot walk without great difficulty. The other is a little, old, grey-muzzled curmudgeon²³, with an unhappy eye, that kindles²⁴ like a coal if you only look at him; his nose turns up; his mouth is drawn²⁵ into wrinkles, so as to show his teeth............