The seconds were so lost in wonder at the beauty of this close play of his that they paid no heed to what was taking place in the square about them.

They never observed the opening windows and the spectators gathering at them--as Wharton had feared.

Amongst these, had either of the combatants looked up, he would have seen his own father on the balcony of Stretton House.

A moment the earl stood there, Lady Ostermore at his side; then he vanished into the house again, to reappear almost at once in the street, with a couple of footmen hurrying after him.
Meanwhile the combat went on.

Once Lord Rotherby had attempted to fall back for a respite, realizing that he was winded.