I can hold my own with the broadsword.

When I think of all those young officers know, I wonder we old chaps were fit for anything." "Well, you see, dad," and Kate began to count also, "you were made of steel wire, and were never ill; you could march for a day and rather enjoy a fight in the evening; you would go anywhere, and the men followed just eighteen inches behind; you always knew what the enemy was going to do before he did it, and you always did what he did n't expect you to do.

That's not half the list of your accomplishments, but they make a good beginning for a fighting man." "It will be all mathematics in the future, Kit, and there will be no fighting at close quarters.

The officers will wear gloves and spectacles--but where are we now, grumbling as if we were sitting in a club window?
Besides, these young fellows can fight as well as pass exams.

You were saying that it was a shame of a man to complain of his wife flirting," and the General studied the ceiling.
"You know that I never said anything of the kind; some women are flirty in a nice way, just as some are booky, and some are dressy, and some are witty, and some are horsey; and I think a woman should be herself.
I should say the right kind of man would be proud of his wife's strong point, and give her liberty." "He is to have none, I suppose, but just be a foil to throw her into relief.