It is a noticeable fact that Frank is the only man who has not raised his voice and shouted 'Depression.' Perhaps the squire thinks that so repellent a note, if struck by a leading man like Frank, might not be to his interest, and has conveyed that thought to the gentleman in the dog-cart with the groom behind.

There are, however, various species of the facade farmer.
'What kind of agriculture is practised here ?' the visitor from town naturally asks his host, as they stroll towards the turnips (in another district), with shouldered guns.

'Oh, you had better see Mr.X----,' is the reply, 'He is our leading agriculturist; he'll tell you all about it.' Everybody repeats the same story, and once Mr.X----'s name is started everybody talks of him.

The squire, the clergyman--even in casually calling at a shop in the market town, or at the hotel (there are few inns now)--wherever he goes the visitor hears from all of Mr.X----.

A successful man--most successful, progressive, scientific, intellectual.
'Like to see him?
Nothing easier.