A harmless, unnecessary Plater.

I sit at the feet of Miranda Brown, Joan, but as regards horses, she doesn't know salt from sugar." Miranda looked calmly at her watch.
"He has already won." Tea was brought in and consumed.

At the end of it Dennis Brown observed to Harold Jupp: "We ought to arrange what we are going to do to-morrow." Both men rose, and each drew from one pocket a programme of the next day's events, and from the other a little paper-covered volume called "Form at a Glance." Armed with their paraphernalia, they retired to a table in a window.
"Come and live the higher life with us, Joan," cried Harold Jupp.

"What are you reading ?" "Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society," Joan returned icily.
But pride burned through the ice, and was audible.
"He sounds just like a Plater," replied Harold Jupp.
Meanwhile Dennis Brown was immersed in his programme.
"The first race is too easy," he announced.
"Yes," said Jupp.

"It's sticking out a foot.