The marching battalions, noisy and automatic as a machine were preceded by the fifes and drums, and every now and then, in order to cheer their drooping spirits, were breaking into their joyous cry, "Nach Paris!" The castle, too, had been disfigured by the invasion.

The number of guards had greatly increased during the owner's absence.

He saw an entire regiment of infantry encamped in the park.

Thousands of men were moving about under the trees, preparing the dinner in the movable kitchens.

The flower borders of the gardens, the exotic plants, the carefully swept and gravelled avenues were all broken and spoiled by this avalanche of men, beasts and vehicles.
A chief wearing on his sleeve the band of the military administration was giving orders as though he were the proprietor.