This picture did not fit in very well with our rollicking military panorama, but we were soon over the hills, and half an hour later were breakfasting on pate-de-foie-gras sandwiches and champagne, with a charming old corps commandant, at a round table set outdoors in a circle of trees that must have been planted for that very purpose.

O Master Parson, your devising pate hath blessed me for ever.

Fill into small pate shells; rub with butter and beaten egg.