He says he isn't.

Well then, let him out with his papers, if he has them! If he had, would he not show them?
If he had, would he not jump at the idea of going to Squire Merton, a man you all know?
Now, you are all plain, straightforward Bedfordshire men, and I wouldn't ask a better lot to appeal to.

You're not the kind to be talked over with any French gammon, and he's plenty of that.

But let me tell him, he can take his pigs to another market; they'll never do here; they'll never go down in Bedfordshire.

Why! look at the man! Look at his feet! Has anybody got a foot in the room like that?
See how he stands! do any of you fellows stand like that?
Does the landlord, there?
Why, he has Frenchman wrote all over him, as big as a sign-post!' This was all very well; and in a different scene I might even have been gratified by his remarks; but I saw clearly, if I were to allow him to talk, he might turn the tables on me altogether.