"You should never part with an old friend." "We are ready!" was called from the opposite side.
"In guard, then!" cried the Prince.

The angry flush had not subsided from Giovanni's forehead, as he again went forward.

Del Ferice came up like a man who has suddenly made up his mind to meet death, with a look of extraordinary determination on his pale face.
Before they had made half-a-dozen passes Ugo slipped, or pretended to slip, and fell upon his right knee; but as he came to the ground, he made a sharp thrust upwards under Giovanni's extended left arm.
The old Prince uttered a fearful oath, that rang and echoed along the walls of the ancient villa.

Del Ferice had executed the celebrated feint known long ago as the "Colpo del Tancredi," "Tancred's lunge," from the supposed name of its inventor.

It is now no longer permitted in duelling.
But the deadly thrust loses half its danger against a left-handed man.
The foil grazed the flesh on Giovanni's left side, and the blood again stained his white shirt.