"Noa!" he repeated in a lower note; and then, while a sombre grin betokening idiotic enjoyment of his profound casuistical quibble worked at his jaw: "Not up'n o-ath!" he added, with a twitch of the shoulder and an angular jerk of the elbow.
Farmer Blaize looked vacantly at Richard, as if to ask him what he thought of England's peasantry after the sample they had there.

Richard would have preferred not to laugh, but his dignity gave way to his sense of the ludicrous, and he let fly a shout.

The farmer was in no laughing mood.

He turned a wide eye back to the door, "Lucky for'm," he exclaimed, seeing the Bantam had vanished, for his fingers itched to break that stubborn head.

He grew very puffy, and addressed Richard solemnly: "Now, look ye here, Mr.Feverel! You've been a-tampering with my witness.