His heart beat with regularity and steadiness.
"I thank you, Monsieur de Courcelles," he said, "for your action in this matter, which I now understand.

It's true that it departs in some respects from what I have understood to be the code and practice of a French gentleman, but doubtless, sir, it's your right to amend those standards as you choose." De Courcelles flushed, bit his lip and was silent.
"Very pretty! Very pretty!" sneered Boucher, "but French gentlemen are the best judges of their own manners and morals.

You have your sword, sir, and I have mine.

Here is a fine open space, well lighted by the moon, and no time is better than the present.

Will you draw, sir ?" "He will not," said a voice over Robert's shoulder, which he instantly recognized as that of the hunter.