"My grandson will ride over with you in the morning to Ashby-de-la-Zouche.

Two well-armed lackeys shall accompany you." "Oh, there is no fear of another attempt," the earl said, smiling.
"Besides, your grandson and I could fight a whole troop of cutthroats by daylight.

What a swordsman that boy is! And as cool as a veteran! He is your pupil with the sword, I presume ?" "Only partly; he owes most of his skill to a French emigre, who calls himself Monsieur Dessin, but who had, I suspect, a far higher title across the water.

He is a magnificent swordsman; and as I was able to teach the lad a few thrusts which in their time did me good service, and the boy has a clear eye, a cool head, and a firm wrist, he can, young as he is, hold his own, go where he will." "What do you mean to do with him?
You ought to make a soldier of him.

It is the career of a gentleman, and we shall have a stirring campaign on the Rhine next spring.