I think that was rather good, wasn't it?
Didn't I put it rather well ?" Iris panted in expectation of approval.

But merely a nod was vouchsafed to her.
"Go on," said Dyce, drily.
"You're not vexed, I hope?
I'm going to be quite frank, you know, just as you like people to be.

Well, Mr.Wrybolt went on, and would have it that Len was badly taught and altogether led in the wrong way, and that he'd grow up an immoral and an irreligious man.

'You must remember, Mr.
Wrybolt,' I said, rather severely, 'that people's ideas about morality and religion differ very much, and I can't think you have sufficiently studied the subject to be capable of understanding my point of view'-- It was rather severe, wasn't it?
But I think it was rather well put." "Go on," said Dyce, with another nod.
"Well now, I'm quite sure you'll understand me.

We _do_ generally understand each other.