He had never seen fencing like this.

Keith's point seemed to be ever threatening him.
The circles that were described were so small that the blade seemed scarcely to move; and yet every thrust was put aside by a slight movement of the wrist, and he felt that he was at his opponent's mercy the whole time.

Presently there was a slight jerk and, on the instant, his weapon was twisted from his hand and sent flying across the room.
Keith smiled at his look of bewilderment.
"You see, you have much to learn, Fergus." "I have indeed, sir.

I thought that I knew something about fencing, but I see that I know nothing at all." "That is going too far the other way, lad.

You know, for example, a vast deal more than Lindsay did when he came to me, six months ago.
I fancy you know more than he does now, or ever will know; for he still pins his faith on the utility of a slashing blow, as if the sabre had a chance against a rapier, in the hands of a skilful man.
However, I will give you a lesson every morning, and I should advise you to go to Van Bruff every evening.
"I will give you a note to him.