Wogan, however, did not move.
"I am wondering," said he, "whether I might be yet deeper in your debt.
I left behind me a sword." Count Otto set his lamp down and took a sword from the corner of the room.
"I called it an ornament, and yet in other hands it might well prove a serviceable weapon.

The blade is of Spanish steel.

You will honour me by wearing it." Wogan was in two minds with regard to the Count.

On the one hand, he was most grateful; on the other he could not but think that over his books he had fallen into a sickly way of thought.

He was quite ready, however, to wear his sword; moreover, when he had hooked the hanger to his belt he looked about the room.
"I had a pistol," he said carelessly, "a very useful thing is a pistol, more useful at times than a sword." "I keep one in my bedroom," said the Count, setting the lamp down, "if you can wait the few moments it will take me to fetch it." Mr.Wogan was quite able to wait.