le Comte de Beaujeu, his head bending down to the neck of his little prancing highly-managed charger.

Accordingly he PIAFFED away, in high spirits and confidence, to the head of Fergus's regiment, although understanding not a word of Gaelic, and very little English.
'Messieurs les sauvages Ecossois--dat is--gentilmans savages, have the goodness d'arranger vous.' The clan, comprehending the order more from the gesture than the words, and seeing the Prince himself present, hastened to dress their ranks.
'Ah! ver well! dat is fort bien!' said the Count de Beaujeu.

'Gentilmans sauvages--mais tres bien--Eh bien!--Qu'est-ce que vous appellez visage, Monsieur ?' (to a lounging trooper who stood by him).

'Ah, oui! FACE--Je vous remercie, Monsieur .-- Gentilshommes, have de goodness to make de face to de right par file, dat is, by files .-- Marsh!--Mais tres bien--encore, Messieurs; il faut vous mettre a la marche...Marchez donc, au nom de Dieu, parceque j'ai oublie le mot Anglois--mais vous etes des braves gens, et me comprenez tres bien.' The Count next hastened to put the cavalry in motion.

'Gentilmans cavalry, you must fall in--Ah! par ma foi, I did not say fall off! I am a fear de little gross fat gentilman is moche hurt.