"There's a great deal of knack in sitting a wooden horse," said the Duke. "Some people can never acquire it. I knew a very excellent clergyman who was thrown three times running by a deal cob which his cook rode perfectly at the very first try."
"You ought always to give a horse of that material his head," said Miss Bindler, taking out a hunting-flask and pouring something yellow into her tea. "If you try to hold him in you're done. Had a good day?" she added to Mr. Rodney.
"Perfect!" said that gentleman celestially—"quite, quite perfect!"
"What, after backing Cubicle?"
"Absolutely perfect!"
"How much did you clear on all the results?"
"Clear?"
"Yes—pouch."
"Pouch?" said Mr. Rodney as in a happy dream—"pouch?"
"Did you have anything on Lambton and Try your Luck? Did you go for Mulligatawney?"