"Tell me, please, how old is your mistress?"
Lukyánitch darted a suspicious glance at me.
"How old is the mistress? I don't know. She must be over forty."
"Over forty! And how old is her sister?"
"Why, she 's in the neighbourhood of forty."
"You don't say so! And is she good-looking?"
"Who, the sister?"
"Yes, the sister."
Lukyánitch grinned.