If this devil's own fool is to have a crossing of steel, I'll fair accommodate him, and we'll look into the reasons for it later.
Sit ye down! Be quiet, Will, boy, I say!" Law was a powerful man, over six feet in height.

The sports of the Highlands, combined with much fencing and continuous play in the tennis court, indeed his ardent love for every hardy exercise, had given his form alike solid strength and great activity.

"Jessamy Law," they called him at home, in compliment of his slender though full and manly form.
Cool and skilful in all the games of his youth, as John Law himself had often calmly stated, in fence he had a knowledge amounting to science, a knowledge based upon the study of first principles.

The intricacies of the Italian school were to him an old story.

With the single blade he had never yet met his master.