His rosy face would beam all over when the crowd shouted itself hoarse for "Old Blood and Thunder." He did not at all object to the name, which had filtered from regimental into common use.

The crowd was always "Boys!" to him.

He had a most amiable feeling towards it, were it ever so frowsy and undersized and sallow.

But he loved a soldier-man, and could hardly bear to pass one in the street without stopping to speak to him.
One delightful thing about Sir Denis was the esteem in which he held his own calling of arms.

It might be questioned whether he held the Church even in higher honour.