After all, if the nobleman did go jumping in the winter why should this young and horsey man presume to criticise him.
"Harold Jupp was drawing a distinction between flat racing and steeple-chasing, Mr.Albany Todd," Sir Chichester suavely explained.
"Oh, I see." Mr.Albany Todd was appeased.

He turned a condescending face upon Joan Whitworth.
"And what are you reading, Miss Whitworth ?" "What ho!" interposed Harold Jupp.
Joan shot at him a withering glance.
"It wouldn't interest you." She smiled on Mr.Albany Todd.

"It's Browning." "Well, that's just where you are wrong," returned Jupp.

"Browning's the only poet I can stick.

There's a ripping thing of his I learnt at school." "'I sprang to the saddle and Joris and he, I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three.'" "Oh," exclaimed Miranda eagerly, "a horse race!" "Nothing of the sort, Miranda.