"I mind me the last time we met, I played you an unfair trick," said he.

His tone bespoke the very highest good-humour.

He slipped his arm through Richard's.

"Never bear an old man malice, lad," said he.
"I assure you that I bear you none," said Richard, relieved to find that Trenchard apparently knew nothing of his defection, yet wishing that Trenchard would go his ways, for Richard's task was to stand sentry there.
"I'll not believe you till you afford me proof," Trenchard replied.

"You shall come and wash your resentment down in the best bottle of Canary the White Cow can furnish us." "Not now, I thank you," answered Richard.
"You are thinking of the last occasion on which I drank with you," said Trenchard reproachfully.
"Not so.