When he did, he said: "Farmer! if I give you my word of honour, as I hope for heaven, to marry her when I am of age, will you have her back ?" He was so fervid that, to quiet him, the farmer only shook his head doubtfully at the bars of the grate, and let his chest fall slowly.
Richard caught what seemed to him a glimpse of encouragement in these signs, and observed: "It's not because you object to me, Mr.Blaize ?" The farmer signified it was not that.
"It's because my father is against me," Richard went on, and undertook to show that love was so sacred a matter that no father could entirely and for ever resist his son's inclinations.

Argument being a cool field where the farmer could meet and match him, the young man got on the tramroad of his passion, and went ahead.

He drew pictures of Lucy, of her truth, and his own.

He took leaps from life to death, from death to life, mixing imprecations and prayers in a torrent.

Perhaps he did move the stolid old Englishman a little, he was so vehement, and made so visible a sacrifice of his pride.
Farmer Blaize tried to pacify him, but it was useless.