His wife could hardly have been cunning enough to persuade the farmer to go to Framley, conscious that the trap would have been suspected had the bait been made more full.

But I fear,--I fear the dear good woman had been thus cunning,--had understood how far the trap might be baited, and had thus succeeded in catching her prey.
On the following morning he consented to get into farmer Mangle's cart, and was driven as far as Framley Mill.

"I wouldn't think nowt, your reverence, of running you over into Barchester,--that I wouldn't.

The powny is so mortial good," said farmer Mangle in his foolish good-nature.
[Illustration: Farmer Mangle and Mr.Crawley.] "And how about your business here ?" said Mr.Crawley.The farmer scratched his head, remembering all Mrs.Crawley's injunctions, and awkwardly acknowledged that to be sure his own business with the miller was very pressing.

Then Mr.Crawley descended, terribly suspicious, and went on his journey.
"Anyways, your reverence will call for me coming back ?" said farmer Mangle.