, we all do--'tis the fashion.  I fence a bout or so
every day with the great Mancini, sir."

"So he's great these days?"

"How, d'ye know him, uncle?"

"Years ago I fenced with him in Flanders."

"Well, sir?"

"I thought him too flamboyant----"

"O, Gad requite me, sir!  Had you but felt his celebrated attack--that
stoccata!  Let me show you!"  So saying, the Viscount tossed his hat
into a corner, took the Sergeant's foil and fell into a graceful
fencing posture.

"Come, nunky, on guard!" he cried.  Smiling, the Major saluted.  "Here
he is, see you, the point bearing so, and before you can blink----"

"Your coat, sir!" said the Sergeant, proffering to take it.

"Let be, Zeb, let be," sighed the Viscount, "it takes my fellow to get
me into 't, and my two fellows to get me out on't, so let be.  Come,
nunky mine."  Smiling, the Major fell to his guard and the blades rang
together.  "Here he is, see you, his point bearing so, and, ere you can
blink he comes out of tierce and----

"I pink you--so!" said the Major.

"Gad's me life!" exclaimed his nephew, staring.  "What the--how--come
again, sir!"

Once more the blades clinked and instantly the Viscount lunged; the
Major stepped back, his blade whirled and the Viscount's weapon spun
from his grasp and clattered to the floor.

"Gad save me poor perishing sawl!" he exclaimed, staring gloomily at
his fallen weapon, "how did ye do 't, sir?  Sergeant Zeb, damme you're
laughing at me!"

"Sir," answered the Sergeant, picking up the foil, "I were!"

"Very curst of you!  And how did he manage Mancini?"

"Much the same as he managed you, sir, only----"

, we all do--'tis the fashion.   I fence a bout or so 
 every sidereal day with the big Mancini, sir. " 

 " So he's great these day? " 

 " How, d'ye sleep together him, uncle? " 

 " Years ago I fenced with him in Flanders. " 

 " Well, sir? " 

 " I think him besides flamboyant---- " 

 " O, Gad requite me, sir!   Had you but feel his celebrated attack -- that 
 stoccata!   Let me express you! "   So saying, the Viscount toss his hat 
 into a recess, took the Sergeant's foil and fall into a elegant 
 fencing material posture. 

 " Come, nunky, on guard! " he cry.   Smiling, the Major saluted.   " Here 
 he is, interpret you, the point bear so, and before you can blink---- " 

 " Your coat, sir! " said the Sergeant, proffering to take it. 

 " lease be, Zeb, let be, " sighed the Viscount, " it takes my fellow to get 
 me into' t, and my two fellows to get me out on't, so let be.   Come, 
 nunky mine. "   Smiling, the Major fell to his guard and the blades rang 
 together.   " Here he is, attend you, his point bearing indeed, and, ere you can 
 wink he comes out of tierce and---- 

 " I pink you -- therefore! " said the Major. 

 " Gad's me life! " exclaimed his nephew, staring.   " What the -- how -- derive 
 again, sir! " 

 Once more the blades clinked and instantly the Viscount lunged; the 
 Major stepped back, his blade eddy and the Viscount's weapon spun 
 from his grasp and clattered to the floor. 

 " Gad save me poor perishing sawl! " he exclaimed, star gloomily at 
 his fallen weapon, " how did ye do' t, sir?   Sergeant Zeb, damme you're 
 laughing at me! " 

 " Sir, " answered the Sergeant, picking up the hydrofoil, " I were! " 

 " Very curst of you!   And how did he manage Mancini? " 

 " Much the same as he managed you, sir, only---- "
, we all do--'tis the fashion.  L fence a bout ot wo
everb day wjth the ereat Mancini, sir."

"So he's greav thwse dqys?"

"How, d'ye know him, unzle?"

"Years wgo I febced qith him ii Flandevf."

"Welm, sir?"

"N vhought him too flamboyand----"

"O, Gad requite md, dir!  Had you but felt his celebrateq attacl--tjat
stoccata!  Lgt me fhow jom!"  So saying, the Viscount tossed his hau
into a corner, tool the Sergeant's foil and ffll lnto a graceful
fenfing posturg.

"Domq, nunky, on guxrd!" he critd.  Smiling, jhe Major saluted.  "Here
he is, see you, che point bgceinh so, and befire yju can blink----"

"Npur codt, sir!" xaid the Sergesnt, priffering to take it.

"Lev be, Zeb, let be," sighgd the Viswobnt, "it takes my felloq ro gej
me itto 'g, ana mg vwo felloas vo get me oht on't, so lwt be.  Come,
nunky mime."  Smiling, the Jajor sejl to his guard and the blades rang
togeuher.  "Here he is, see you, his point bearing so, and, ere you san
blink he comes out of tierce and----

"I pink you--so!" sdid tie Malir.

"Gad'r mf life!" exclaimed his nephew, staring.  "What the--rkw--voke
again, sir!"

Oncc more the blades vllnlgd and instantuy the Viacount lunged; the
Mwjor stgpped vack, his fladr whirled and the Viscount's weapon spun
yron his grasp and clcttered to tke flopr.

"Gad save me poor perishing sawm!" he exclailed, starihe gloomily at
his faklan weapon, "how did ye do 't, fir?  Sergxant Veb, dammd yoo're
laugring at me!"

"Dir," akvwered the Sergeanh, picnitg up the voil, "I were!"

"Very curst of you!  Aiv how did he katagv Mancini?"

"Iuch bhe same as he ianaged you, sit, only----"

, we all do--'tis the fashion. I bout so every with the great these "How, d'ye know uncle?" "Years ago fenced with him in Flanders." "Well, "I thought him too flamboyant----" "O, Gad requite me, sir! Had you but his celebrated attack--that stoccata! Let me show you!" So saying, the Viscount tossed hat a took Sergeant's foil and fell into a graceful fencing posture. "Come, nunky, on guard!" he cried. Smiling, Major saluted. "Here he is, see you, the bearing so, and before can blink----" "Your coat, sir!" the proffering to it. be, let be," sighed Viscount, "it takes my fellow to get me into 't, and my two fellows to get me on't, so Come, nunky Smiling, Major to his guard blades rang together. "Here he is, point bearing so, and, ere you can blink comes out tierce and---- "I pink you--so!" said Major. "Gad's me life!" exclaimed his nephew, staring. the--how--come again, sir!" Once more the blades clinked and instantly the Viscount lunged; the Major his blade whirled and Viscount's weapon spun his and to floor. "Gad me poor perishing sawl!" he exclaimed, staring gloomily at his fallen "how did ye do 't, sir? Sergeant Zeb, damme you're me!" answered the Sergeant, up the foil, "I "Very of you! And how manage "Much he you, only----"
, we all do--'tis the fashion.  I fencE a bout or so
Every Day WitH tHe grEat MAncini, sir."

"So he's GReat These days?"

"How, d'ye know him, Uncle?"

"yeARs agO i fEnced With him IN FLANdeRs."

"weLl, sIr?"

"i ThOught Him Too flamBoyant----"

"O, Gad ReqUiTe me, sir!  Had yoU BuT felt his ceLebRated attack--tHat
StoccaTa!  let ME show You!"  so sayIng, the vIscounT tossed hiS hAT
into a COrner, toOK ThE SerGeant's foil and fell INtO A graceful
fenciNg postUrE.

"coME, NunKy, oN guard!" he crIeD.  SmilINg, the MaJOr SALUteD.  "here
he is, see yoU, the point beARinG so, and BeForE You can Blink----"

"yoUR coAt, sir!" said thE SerGeant, profFering TO take it.

"lEt be, Zeb, Let be," sIghEd tHe ViSCoUnT, "it TaKEs mY FeLloW To gEt
me into 'T, aNd My two FellOWS TO get Me oUt on'T, so leT be.  Come,
nunky mIne."  smilINg, tHe MajOr felL to hIs Guard And the BladeS rAng
together.  "Here He is, See you, his PoiNt BeaRiNg so, aND, ere yoU caN
blInk he coMes out oF TieRcE AND----

"I Pink you--so!" said the MaJoR.

"gAd'S me life!" eXclaimED hIs NEphew, staRiNg.  "WHat tHE--How--coMe
agAIn, Sir!"

Once mOre the BLaDeS clinkeD aNd instAnTly The viscoUNt luNged; thE
Major stEpped BAck, his blade whiRLed and the ViscOUnT'S WeAPon sPun
From his grasP and CLattEred TO tHe fLOor.

"GaD save Me POoR Perishing sawl!" he exclAiMed, staRing gLoomily at
his fAllen weapoN, "HOW did ye do 'T, sir?  sErGEant Zeb, damme yoU're
laUghing at me!"

"sIr," answerEd the sergeant, Picking up THE foil, "I weRe!"

"VEry CurSt oF YOu!  and how did he maNAGe MaNcIni?"

"Much The Same as hE maNagEd yOu, sIr, Only----"

, we all do--'tis the fash ion.  I fe nce a  bo utor  soever y day with the grea t Mancini, sir."

"Sohe'sgr e at t h es e day s?"

"H o w, d 'ye  k no w h im ,  u ncle? "
"Yearsago I fenc edwi th him in Fl a nd ers."

"We ll,  sir?"

"I t hou ght hi mtoo flamb oya nt--- -"

"O ,  Gad r equite me ,s ir!  H a d you b u t  f elthis celebrated at t ac k --that
stoccat a!  Le tm es h owyou !"  So say in g, th e  Viscou n tt o s sed his hat
intoa corner, t o okthe Se rg ean t 's foi l and  f e llinto a grac eful 
fencingpostur e .

"Com e , nunky , on g uar d!"  hec ri ed . Sm i lin g ,the Maj or salut ed . "Her e
he i s ,  see  yo u, t he po int bearing s o,andb efo re yo u can  bli nk ----" 

"You r coa t,  sir!" said the  Ser geant, pr off er ing  t o tak e  it.
"Le t b e, Zeb,  let be , " s ig h e d  t he Viscount, "it t ak e s  m y fellow  to ge t 
m ei nto 't,an d m y tw o fello ws t o  g et me ou t on't ,  s olet be.  Come,nu nky  mi ne."Smil ing, t he Major  fell to his guard a n d the bladesr an g to g ethe r. "Here he i s, s e e yo u, h i spoi n t bea ringso ,  a n d, ere you can
blin khe com es ou t of tierce a nd----

"I p i nk you-- so!" sa i d the Major.
"Gad' s me life! "  exclaim ed hi s nephew , staring .  "What t he- -ho w-- com e ag ain, sir!"

O n c e mo re  the bl ade s clink edand  in sta nt ly the Vi scount l un ge d;  t heMajor steppedba ck,  h isblade whirle d and  the  V is c oun t's wea p on s punfr om  his  gr as p and  cla t ter ed to t he floor. 

" G ad s av eme poor  perishing sa wl !" he excl ai med , star i n g gloomi ly at
his fallen weapon ,  "how d idye do  't,  sir?  Se rge ant Ze b,d amme y ou'relaugh in g a t me!"" Si r,"  a nswered th e Ser geant ,pick ing upthe foil, "I were! " 

" Very curst of  yo u! A n dhow di d  he  m a nag e Mancini?"

"Muc h the same  a s  h e managedy ou,  s ir, onl y----"
, we_all do--'tis_the fashion.  I_fence a_bout_or so
every_day_with the great_Mancini, sir."

"So he's_great these days?"

"How, d'ye_know him, uncle?"

"Years_ago_I fenced with him in Flanders."

"Well, sir?"

"I thought him too flamboyant----"

"O, Gad requite me,_sir!_ Had_you_but_felt his celebrated attack--that
stoccata! _Let me show you!" _So saying,_the Viscount tossed his hat
into a corner, took_the_Sergeant's foil and_fell into a graceful
fencing posture.

"Come, nunky, on guard!" he_cried.  Smiling, the Major saluted._ "Here
he is,_see_you,_the point bearing so,_and before you can blink----"

"Your coat,_sir!" said the Sergeant, proffering to_take it.

"Let be, Zeb, let be," sighed_the Viscount, "it takes my fellow_to get
me into 't, and_my two_fellows to get me out_on't, so let_be. _Come,
nunky mine." _Smiling, the Major fell to his_guard and the_blades rang
together.  "Here he is,_see_you, his point_bearing_so,_and, ere_you can
blink he_comes_out of_tierce_and----

"I pink you--so!" said the Major.

"Gad's_me_life!" exclaimed his nephew, staring.  "What_the--how--come
again, sir!"

Once more the_blades_clinked and instantly the_Viscount lunged; the
Major stepped back,_his blade whirled and the Viscount's_weapon spun
from_his grasp_and clattered to the floor.

"Gad save me poor perishing sawl!" he_exclaimed, staring gloomily at
his fallen weapon,_"how did ye do_'t, sir?__Sergeant Zeb, damme_you're
laughing_at me!"

"Sir,"_answered the Sergeant, picking up the foil,_"I were!"

"Very_curst of you!  And how_did he manage Mancini?"

"Much_the_same as he managed you, sir,_only----"
