But Dandolo would not make the attempt.

With ears down and head outstretched, he either stuck obstinately on the brink, or allowed himself to be forced again and again into the ditch.

"Let me try it once, Mr.Finn," said Madame Goesler in her quiet way.
She was riding a small horse, very nearly thoroughbred, and known as a perfect hunter by those who habitually saw Madame Goesler ride.
No doubt he would have taken the fence readily enough had his rider followed immediately after Lord Chiltern; but Dandolo had baulked at the fence nearly a dozen times, and evil communications will corrupt good manners.

Without any show of violence, but still with persistent determination, Madame Goesler's horse also declined to jump.

She put him at it again and again, and he would make no slightest attempt to do his business.