Why couldn't he be open with me?
I shall never trust him again!" "And why not you with me, young gentleman ?" said the farmer.

"I sh'd trust you if ye had." Richard did not see the analogy.

He bowed stiffly and bade him good afternoon.
Farmer Blaize pulled the bell.

"Company the young gentleman out, Lucy," he waved to the little damsel in the doorway.

"Do the honours.