"As for Broglio, left alone at Toplitz, gazing after a futile Maillebois, he sends the better half of his Force back to Prag; other half he establishes at Leitmeritz: good halfway-house to Dresden.

'Will forward Saxon provender to you, M.de Belleisle!' (never did, and were all taken prisoners some weeks hence).
Which settled, Broglio proceeded to the Saxon Court; who answered him: 'Provender?
Alas, Monseigneur! We are (to confess it to you!) at Peace with Austria: [Treatying ever since "July 17th;" Treaty actually done, "11th September") (Adelung, iii.

A, 201, 268).] not an ounce of provender possible; how dare we ?'--but were otherwise politeness itself to the great Broglio.

Great Broglio, after sumptuous entertainments there, takes the road for Baiern; circling grandly ('through Nurnberg with escort of 500 Horse') to Maillebois's new quarters;--takes command of the 'Bavarian Army' (may it be lucky for him!); and sends Maillebois home, in deep dudgeon, to the merciless criticisms of men.

'Could have done it,' persists the VIEUX PETIT-MAITRE always, 'had not'-- one knows what, but cares not, at this date!-- "Broglio's quarters in the Iser Country, I am told, are fatally too crowded, men perishing at a frightful rate per day.