I suppose he will fight." "Ah yes; he will probably fight," repeated Spicca, thoughtfully.

"What are your weapons, Don Giovanni ?" "Anything he likes." "But the choice is yours if he challenges," returned the Count.
"As you please.

Arrange all that--foils, swords, or pistols." "You do not seem to take much interest in this affair," remarked Spicca, sadly.
"He is best with foils," said the old Prince.
"Foils or pistols, of course," said the Count.

"Swords are child's play." Satisfied that his seconds meant business, Giovanni sank back in his corner of the carriage, and was silent.
"We had better have the meeting in my villa," said his father.

"If it rains, they can fight indoors.