At the least opening he left, the point of de Sigognac's sword, rapid as lightning in its play, darted in upon him, necessitating the exercise of all his boasted skill to parry it.
He ventured an attack, which was so promptly met, and his weapon so cleverly struck aside, that he was left exposed to his adversary's thrust, and but for throwing himself back out of reach, by a sudden, violent movement, he must have received it full in his breast.

From that instant all was changed for the young duke; he had believed that he would be able to direct the combat according to his own will and pleasure, but, instead of that, he was forced to make use of all his skill and address to defend himself.

He had believed that after a few passes he could wound de Sigognae, wherever he chose, by a thrust which, up to that time, he had always found successful; but, instead of that, he had hard work to avoid being wounded himself.

Despite his efforts to remain calm and cool, he was rapidly growing angry; he felt himself becoming nervous and feverish, while the baron, perfectly at his ease and unmoved, seemed to take a certain pleasure in irritating him by the irreproachable excellence of his fence.
"Sha'n't we do something in this way too, while our friends are occupied ?" said the chevalier to the marquis.
"It is very cold this morning.

Suppose we fight a little also, if only to warm ourselves up, and set our blood in motion." "With all my heart," the marquis replied; "we could not do better." The chevalier was superior to the Marquis de Bruyeres in the noble art of fencing, and after a few passes had sent the latter's sword flying out of his hand.