Note 51 — X MADAME DE POMPADOUR AND THE SEVEN YEARS’ WAR
Elizabeth Gilbert Martin translation
Soubise says, lantern in hand, There’s no use looking, where the devil is my army? It was here yesterday morning, anyhow, Has some one taken it or have I lost it? Ah! I lose everything, I am a rattlepate; But wait till broad daylight, till noon. What do I see! O heaven! How my soul is enraptured! Wondrous prodigy, there it is, there it is!— Ah! zounds! What is that then? I was mistaken, ’tis the enemy’s army.