The morning was cloudy, but the ground was dry.

The principals and seconds saluted each other formally.

Giovanni withdrew to a little distance on one side with his surgeon, and Del Ferice stood aside with his.
The melancholy Spicca, who looked like the shadow of death in the dim morning light, was the first to speak.
"Of course you know the best spot in the villa ?" he said to the old Prince.
"As there is no sun, I suggest that they fight upon the ground behind the house.

It is hard and dry." The whole party followed old Saracinesca.

Spicca had the foils in a green bag.