This is a wonderful day,†Anthony was muttering to himself. “A wonderful day.†He looked up sharply at Gareth. “You don’t have sisters, do you?â€
“None,†Gareth confirmed.
“I am in possession of four,†Anthony said, tossing back at least a third of the contents of his glass. “Four. And now they’re all off my hands. I’m done,†he said, looking as if he might break into a jig at any moment. “I’m free.â€
“You’ve daughters, don’t you?†Gareth could not resist reminding him.
“Just one, and she’s only three. I have years before I have to go through this again. If I’m lucky, she’ll convert to Catholicism and become a nun.
Gareth choked on his drink.
“It’s good, isn’t it?†Anthony said, looking at the bottle. “Aged twenty-four years.â€
“I don’t believe I’ve ever ingested anything quite so ancient,†Gareth murmured.
— Julia Quinn
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