To many people speak at once. You care so little about it all that you cannot even grasp the meaning of a single sentence. The iodine stings. This is no opera stage, and the tempo of the orchestra is certainly not one for sotto voce curses. You are on guard again.
Successive engagements produce more wounds.
While these are being disinfected, and the blade elaborately sterilized each time, my seconds repeatedly suggest tat I accept proposals emanating from my adversary's seconds. My representatives were elder friends of long standing, expert amateur fencers, and knew me well. They were only performing their duty, however. All of them are liable to imprisonment in the case of death. I did not even bother to answer them.