They chaffed one another in the cool dawn, and cried to the cooks for breakfast, which was soon brought to them, hot and plentiful.
"I suppose it's forward again," said Carstairs between drinks of coffee.
"I fancy you're right," said Wharton.

"Since we've been put in the brigade of that giant of a general, Vaugirard, we're always going forward.

He seems to have an uncommon love of fighting for a fat man." "It's an illusion," said John, "that a fat man is more peaceful than a thin one." "How are you going to prove it ?" asked Wharton.
"Look at Napoleon.

When he was thin he was a great fighter, and when he became stout he was just as great a fighter as ever.

Fat didn't take away his belligerency." "I hear that the whole German army has been driven across the Marne," said Carstairs, "and that the force we hoped to cut off has either escaped or is about to escape.