"I learn that you have entered the bouts, my poet.

I tried to interest D'Herouville, but he declined.

He goes about like a moping owl, watching ever for a returning ship which he may hail." "We shall probably come together," said Victor.
"And I was just telling him, Vicomte," put in the Chevalier, "to decline to measure foils with so hardy a swordsman as yourself.

You are taller, your weight is greater, and your reach is longer.

How monotonous to lie here, weak and useless!" "Monsieur de Saumaise may withdraw with all honor," said the vicomte.
"You are very discouraging, Paul," and Victor stuffed his poem into his doublet.