"No, I see nothing new. How old are Mr Poggs's daughters?"
"One, the eldest, a tall handsome girl, I should say about seventeen; the other six or seven."
"Do you know the younger one's name?"
"No, I don't think I ever heard it. Do you know the young ladies?"
"I have told you already, that I have not the happiness of knowing any of the neighbours;—and I regret very much to hear that they are going away before I have had the opportunity of making their acquaintance."
"Oh no, not all! They are not all going. Mr Jeeks himself will be constantly resident. By the by, are you fond of shooting?"
"Has he any family?"
"A son—yes, I know he has a son, but I am not sure of any daughters. In fact, between ourselves, I don't think he has any daughters,—and it is no great loss it they were any thing like the son. No, I know he has no daughters. By the by, he talks of coming home from college this month."
"How old is the son?"