done. A difficult business, that of deploying here. The Pragmatic
had no room, jammed so against the Spessart Hills, and obliged to
lean FROM the River and Noailles's cannon; had to rank itself in
six, some say in eight lines; horse behind foot, as well as on
flank; unsatisfactory to the military mind: and I think had not
done shuffling and re-shuffling at 2 P.M.,--when the Enemy came
bursting on, with a peremptory finish to it, 'Enough of that,
MESSIEUR'S LES ANGLAIS!' 'Too much of it, a great deal!' thought
Messieurs grimly, in response. And there ensued a really furious
clash of host against host; French chivalry (MAISON DU ROI, Black
Mousquetaires, the Flower of their Horse regiments) dashing, in
right Gallic frenzy, on their natural enemies,--on the English,
that is; who, I find, were mainly on the left wing there, horse and
foot; and had mainly (the Austrians and they, very mainly) the work
to do;--and did, with an effort, and luck helping, manage to do it.

"'Grammont breaks orders! Thrice-blamable Grammont!' exclaim
Noailles and others, sorrowfully wringing their hands. Even so!
Grammont had waited seven mortal hours; one's courage burning all
the while, courage perhaps rather burning down,--and not the least
use coming of if. Grammont had, in natural impatience, gradually
edged forward; and, in the end, was being cannonaded and pricked
into by the Enemy;-- and did at last, with his MAISON-DU-ROI, dash
across that essential Hollow Way, and plunge in upon them on their
own side of it. And 'the, English foot gave their volley too soon;'
ad Grammont did, in effect, partly repulse and disorder the front
ranks of them; and, blazing up uncontrollable, at sight of those
first ranks in disorder, did press home upon them more and more;
get wholly into the affair, bringing on his Infantry as well:
'Let us finish it wholly, now that our hand is in!'--and took one