His face was purple.

He spluttered insulting words.

Willems looked at him coolly.
"I assure you, Almayer," he said, gently, "that I have good grounds for my demand." "Your cursed impudence!" "Believe me, Almayer, your position here is not so safe as you may think.

An unscrupulous rival here would destroy your trade in a year.
It would be ruin.

Now Lingard's long absence gives courage to certain individuals.