He nodded to his father's question, and they resumed their places, the old Prince this time standing on the left, as his son had changed hands.

Del Ferice came forward rather timidly.

His courage had sustained him so far, but the consciousness of having done a foul deed, and the sight of the angry man before him, were beginning to make him nervous.

He felt uncomfortable, too, at the idea of fencing against a left-handed antagonist.
Giovanni made one or two lunges, and then, with a strange movement unlike anything any one present was acquainted with, seemed to wind his blade round Del Ferice's, and, with a violent jerk of the wrist, sent the weapon flying across the open space.

It struck a window of the house, and crashed through the panes.
"More broken glass!" said Giovanni scornfully, as he lowered his point and stepped back two paces.