Despite his size and weight he was as swift and graceful as a dancing master, and the power of his wrist was wonderful.

The amazement of young de Galisonniere increased.
He had seen the best swordsmanship in Quebec, and he had seen the best swordsmanship in Paris, but he had never seen better swordsmanship than that shown in a room of the Inn of the Eagle by a man whom he had taken to be a mere hunter in the American wilderness.
De Galisonniere was an artist with the sword himself, and he knew swordsmanship when he saw it.

He knew, too, that Lennox was but little inferior to Willet.

He saw that the older man was not sparing the youth, that he was incessantly beating against the strongest parts of his defense, and that he was continually seeking out his weakest.

Robert was driven around and around the room, and yet Willet did not once break through his guard.
"Ah, beautiful! beautiful!" exclaimed the Frenchman.