"Your charming niece is heartless.
She will get on." Lady Cantourne smiled, and drew the glove further up her stout and motherly right arm.
"She will get on," she admitted.

"As to the other, it is early to give an opinion." "She has had the best of trainings--," he murmured.

And Lady Cantourne turned on him with a twinkle amidst the wrinkles.
"For which ?" she asked.
"Choisissez!" he answered, with a bow.
One sees a veteran swordsman take up the foil with a tentative turn of the wrist, lunging at thin air.

His zest for the game has gone; but the skill lingers, and at times he is tempted to show the younger blades a pass or two.

These were veteran fencers with a skill of their own, which they loved to display at times.