In reality he loves to keep up his sword play, and once or twice a week Van Bruff, who is the best master in Berlin, comes in for half an hour's practice with him, before breakfast." After Lindsay had left him at the entrance to the palace, Fergus wandered about the town for some hours, and then went to the tailor's and had his uniform tried on.

Merely run together though it was, the coat fitted admirably.
"You are an easy figure to fit, Herr Drummond," the tailor said.
"There is no credit in putting together a coat for you.

Your breeches are a little too tight--you have a much more powerful leg than is common--but that, however, is easily altered.
"Here are a dozen pairs of high boots.

I noticed the size of your foot, and have no doubt that you will find some of these to fit you." This was indeed the case, and among a similar collection of helmets, Fergus also had no difficulty in suiting himself.
"I think that you will find everything ready for you by half-past eight," the tailor said, "and I trust that no further alteration will be required.

Six of my best journeymen will work all night at the clothes; and even should his majesty send for you by ten, I trust that you will be able to make a proper appearance before him, though at present I cannot guarantee that some trifling alteration will not be found necessary, when you try the uniforms on." Fergus supped with the marshal, who had now time to ask him many more questions about his home life, and the state of things in Scotland.
"'Tis a sore pity," he said, "that we Scotchmen and Irishmen, who are to be found in such numbers in every European army, are not all arrayed under the flag of our country.