Oh, my poor Sparrow!' he said, mocking her. 'Never have I encountered so heartrending a sight! A job-horse?' 'No,' replied Phoebe. 'My cousin Anne's favourite mount. A very safe, comfortable ride for a lady, Duke.' 'I beg your pardon! I have not seen him show his paces, of course.' She cast him a glance of lofty scorn. 'He has none. He has a very elegant shuffle, being just a trifle tied in below the knee.' 'But such shoulders!' Gravity deserted her; she burst into laughter, which made Miss Mary Ingham turn her head to look at her in wondering reproof, and said: 'Oh, dear, did you ever set eyes on such a flat-sided screw?