Monsieur Dessin and his daughter were already with Colonel Holliday when Rupert joined them, and he went through his dancing lesson as usual.

Then Adele went as usual out into the garden, and the fencing lesson began.

When it was half over, Rupert's brow clouded angrily, for he heard horsemen ride up to the door, and felt sure who they were.
"Steady, my dear pupil, steady," Monsieur Dessin cried, as with knitted brow Rupert pressed him hotly, fancying at the moment that Sir William Brownlow stood in front of him.
"Peste!" he exclaimed, as the lad lunged and touched him in the chest, "you are terrible, Monsieur! "Colonel," he went on, dropping his sword, "I resign my post.

I have seen it coming for some time, and now it has arrived.

Your grandson is more than a match for me.