The one would lay down a fine generous line of policy; the other would beg for a fact in confirmation.

The one would haltingly detail some facts; the other would promptly convince him of their falsity.

Eventually the victim grew angry and a little frightened.

The real Mr.Stocks was a man of business, not above making a deal with an opponent; and for a little the real Mr.Stocks emerged from his shell.
"You won't speak much in the coming fight, will you?
You see, you are rather heavy metal for a beginner like myself," he said, with commercial frankness.
"No, my dear Stocks, to set your mind at rest, I won't.

Lewis wants to be knocked about a little, and he wants the fight to brace him.