"Not to mention any names, eh?
He'll forbid me next to talk about my own wife." "You'd be a cur if you did," Wingate told him.
A little spot of colour burned in Dredlinton's cheeks.

For a moment he showed his teeth.

But for Kendrick's restraining arm, he seemed as though he would have thrown himself across the table.

Then, with a great effort, he regained command of himself.
"So you won't sell wheat and you won't buy wheat, Mr.American!" he jeered.

"I know what you would like to buy, though--and, damn it all, there's old Dreadnought Phipps down there--he's a bidder, too--ain't you, Phipps, old boy?
What you see in her, either of you, I don't know! She's no use to me." Phipps rose in his place.