The Duke of Enghien arrived. He was not to take the command of the
army of the Low Countries, but of that of Germany. He came on the
very day we had heard of the loss of Freiburg in Brisgau, and all was
at once activity. I saw the inspection of the army just outside the
city, and a glorious sight it was; bodies of infantry moving like one
great machine, squadrons of cavalry looking invincible, all
glittering with gold, and their plumes waving, the blue and gold
banners above their heads; and the dear regiment of Conde, whence
salutes from eye and hand came to me and my little Gaspard as they
rode past.

I did not tremble as in the last campaign. Ah! perhaps I did not
pray so much. I heard of the crossing of the Rhine at Brisach, and
then came rumours of a tremendous battle at Freiburg. The bells had
only just begun to ring, when Pierre, our groom, galloped into the
town, and sent up at once his packet. His master, he said, was
wounded, but not badly, and had covered himself with glory. I tore
open the packet. There were a few lines by his own dear hand;--

'My heart--I shall be with thee soon to rest in thy care--D.G. Kiss
your son. Thy B.'

The rest of the packet was from my half-brother De Solivet, and told
how, in the frightful attack on the vineyard at Freiburg, seven times
renewed, my dear, dear Philippe had received a shot in the knee, just
as he was grasping a Bavarian standard, which he carried off with
him. He would have returned to the charge, but faintness overpowered
him, and he was supported on horseback from the field to the tent.
The wound had been dressed, and the surgeon saw no occasion for