You called me a liar the day I made that fool confession.

You still believe that I lied.

And I have waited until we were alone to ask you certain things, for I still have something of courtesy left in me, if you haven't.

What is your game?
What has brought about the change in you?
Is it--" His right hand clenched hard as a rock as he leaned toward Kedsty.
"Is it because of the girl hiding up at your bungalow, Kedsty ?" Even in that moment, when he had the desire to strike the man before him, it was impossible for him not to admire the stone-like invulnerability of Kedsty.

He had never heard of another man calling Kedsty a scoundrel or dishonest.