“Oh yes.”
“The elder, Sabrina, was nearly grown up when I saw them last, the other but a slip; but both promised to be great beauties.”
“If your Lordship saw them now, you’d say the promise has been kept. They are that, beyond cavil or question.”
“But from what you’ve said, I take it you regard one of them as superior to the other. Which, may I ask? At a guess I’d say Sabrina. As a girl I liked her looks best; came near liking them too well. Ha-ha! Have I guessed correctly?”
“The reverse, my Lord; that is, according to my ideas of beauty.”
“Then you award the palm to Vaga?”
“Decidedly.”
“Well, Major, I won’t question your judgment, as I can’t till I’ve seen the sisters again. No doubt they will be much changed since I had the pleasure of last meeting them. But they should now be of an age to get married; Sabrina certainly. Is there no talk of that?”
“There is, my Lord.”
“Regarding which?”