The Marquis of Hamilton had, Malcolm heard, arrived and gone.

He had lost on the march many of the soldiers he had enlisted in England, who had died from eating German bread, which was heavier, darker coloured, and more sour than that of their own country.

This, however, did not disagree with the Scotch, who were accustomed to black bread.
"I wonder," Malcolm said to Nigel Graheme, "that when the king has in face of him a force so superior to his own he should have sent away on detached service the four splendid regiments which they say the marquis brought." "Well, the fact was," Nigel said laughing, "Hamilton was altogether too grand for us here.

We all felt small and mean so long as he remained.
Gustavus himself, who is as simple in his tastes as any officer in the army, and who keeps up no ostentatious show, was thrown into the shade by his visitor.

Why, had he been the Emperor of Germany or the King of France he could not have made a braver show.