I called into requisition all the resources of my art against him, and tried in every possible way to surprise him off his guard, but he was ready for everything--as quick as a flash, as firm as a rock--he parried every thrust triumphantly, magnificently, with the most consummate science, and a grace and ease I have never seen equalled.

He kept me busy defending myself too all the time, and more than once had nearly done for me.

His audacity was astonishing, his sang froid superb, and his perfect mastery over his sword, and his temper, sublime--he was not a man, but a god.

I could have fallen down and worshipped him.

At the risk of being spitted on his sword, I prolonged the fight as much as I dared, so as to enjoy his marvellous, glorious, unparalleled method to the utmost.