Do you understand me now ?" "No.

Neither do you.

Don't rely on such witnesses, Dysart; they lack character to corroborate them.

Ask your wife to confirm me--if you ever find time enough to ask her anything." "That's a damned impudent thing to say," returned Dysart, staring at him.

A dull red stained his face, then faded.
Duane's eyebrows went up--just a shade--yet so insolently that the other stepped forward, the corners of his mouth white and twitching.
"I can speak more plainly," he said.