He remembered meeting them earlier in the evening.

They were young men, Walter Stuart and James Cabell, who had inherited great estates on the James and they shipped their tobacco in their own vessels to London, and detecting in Robert a somewhat kindred spirit they had received him with great friendliness.
Already they were old acquaintances in feeling, if not in time.
"Lennox, listen to this vain boaster!" exclaimed Cabell.

"He has a good horse, I admit, but his spirit has become unduly inflated about it.

You know, don't you, Lennox, that my colt, Cressy, has all Virginia beaten in speed ?" "You know nothing of the kind, Lennox!" exclaimed Stuart, "but you do know that my three year old Blenheim is the swiftest horse ever bred in the colony.

Now, don't you ?" "I can't give an affirmative to either of you," laughed Robert, "as I've never seen your horses, but this I do say, I shall be very glad to see the test and let the colts decide it for themselves." "A just decision, O Judge!" said Stuart.