"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. I am thoroughly ashamed of you," said Harold in reproof. "It's 'How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix.'"
Here Joan intervened disdainfully.
"But that's not Browning!"
Lady Splay looked perplexed.
"Are you sure, Joan?"
Joan tossed her head.
"Of course, it's Browning all right," she explained, "but it's not Browning if you understand me."