"But there are the gates of Louvain.

You will, of course, give me your parole not to try to escape, and then you can come straight to my quarters with me, and I need not report you for a day or so.

We shall be in fearful confusion tonight, for half our army is crowding in here, and every one must shift for himself.
"Peste! What a beating you have given us! That Marlborough of yours is terrible.
"I know some people here," he said, turning to the officers.

"They will take us four in, and the men must picket their horses in the courtyard and street, and lie down in their cloaks.

Tomorrow we will see what is to be done, and how many have escaped from the terrible debacle." The streets of Louvain were crowded with fugitives, some of them had thrown themselves down by the sidewalks, utterly exhausted; others mingled with the anxious townsmen, and related the incidents of the disastrous day; while the horses stood, with drooping heads, huddled together along the middle of the street.