"I can't say anything about that, but I know that she wouldn't take you. I like farming, you know, but she doesn't."
"I might give that up," said Cheesacre readily,--"at any rate, for a time."
"No, no, no; it would do no good. Believe me, my friend, that it is of no use."
He still paused at the gate. "I don't see what's the use of my going in," said he. To this she made him no answer. "There's a pride about me," he continued, "that I don't choose to go where I'm not wanted."
"I can't tell you, Mr. Cheesacre, that you are wanted in that light, certainly."

"I can't say anything about that, but I know she wouldn't take you."
