—a good jest, I promise you—and though I never saw Ravenswood fence, have I not been at Monsieur Sagoon's school, who was the first maître d'armes at Paris; and have I not been at Signor Poco's at Florence, and Meinherr Durchstossen at Vienna, and have I not seen all their play?"
"I don't know whether you have or not," said Bucklaw; "but what about it, though you had?"
"Only that I will be d—d if ever I saw French, Italian, or High-Dutchman ever make foot, hand, and eye, keep time half so well as you, Bucklaw."
"I believe you lie, Craigie," said Bucklaw; "however, I can hold my own, both with single rapier, back-sword, sword and dagger, broad-sword, or case of faulchions—and that's as much as any gentleman need know of the matter."
"And the double of what ninety-nine out of a hundred know," said Craigengelt; "they learn to change a few thrusts with the small sword, and then, forsooth,
