"Though it's natural enough, goodness knows! How d'ye do?
The idea of anyone rich enough to afford a horse riding on a wheel like that!" "But I am not rich enough to afford a horse," he said, approaching her to pat the bay, having placed the bicycle against a tree.

"Besides, I am afraid of horses, not being accustomed to them; and I know nothing about feeding them.

My steed needs no food.

He doesn't bite nor kick.

He never goes lame, nor sickens, nor dies, nor needs a groom, nor--" "That's all bosh," said Lady Brandon impetuously.