“I and my horses and my men you know, Indeed the whole turnout have cost a pot. But we were worth it every penny. Look At Master and at Missis now, the dawgs! Ease with security⁠—ah! that’s the ticket!”

And such, as everyone knows, is fit accompaniment for a perambulating Forsyte.

Amongst these carriages was a barouche coming at a greater pace than the others, drawn by a pair of bright bay horses. It swung on its high springs, and the four people who filled it seemed rocked as in a cradle.