My principal, through me, expresses his entire dissatisfaction." "Your principal, Prince," answered Casalverde, coldly, "is unable to proceed, seeing that his right arm is injured." "My son, sir, fences as readily with his left hand as with his right," returned old Saracinesca.
Del Ferice's face fell, and his smile vanished instantly.
"In that case we are ready," returned Casalverde, unable, however, to conceal his annoyance.

He was a friend of Del Ferice's and would gladly have seen Giovanni run through the body by the foul thrust.
There was a moment's consultation on the other side.
"I will give myself the pleasure of killing that gentleman to-morrow morning," remarked Spicca, as he mournfully watched the surgeon's operations.
"Unless I kill him myself to-day," returned the Prince savagely, in his white beard.

"Are you ready, Giovanni ?" It never occurred to him to ask his son if he was too badly hurt to proceed.
Giovanni never spoke, but the hot blood had mounted to his temples, and he was dangerously angry.

He took the foil they gave him, and felt the point quietly.

It was sharp as a needle.