What Victor lacked in reach and height he made up in agility.

He was as light on his feet as a cat.

In and out he went, round and round; twice his button came within an inch of the vicomte's breast.

The second round brought no conclusion.

As the foils met in the third bout, the vicomte spoke.
"Now, Monsieur," he said, but in so low a tone that only Victor heard him, "take care.