"Are you satisfied with the weapons?
Which of the two shall be yours, and which mine ?" "Of a truth, Sir Percy..." murmured Chauvelin, still hesitating.
"Nay, Monsieur," interrupted Blakeney with pleasant bonhomie, "I know what you would say...

of a truth, there is no choice between this pair of perfect twins: one is as exquisite as the other....

And yet you must take one and I the other...

this or that, whichever you prefer....
You shall take it home with you to-night and practise thrusting at a haystack or at a bobbin, as you please...

The sword is yours to command until you have used it against my unworthy person...