Marie Antoinette and her son An historical Novel
L.muhlbach
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, March 6, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 Excerpt: ...nor the other of these cries. With proudly erected head, and calm, grave looks, she walked forward, untroubled about the crowd, which the National Guards before her could only break through by a recourse to threats and violence, in order to make a passage for the queen. At last the difficult task was done; at last she had reached her carriage, and could rest upon its cushions, and, unobserved by spying looks, could give way to her grief aud her tears. But alas! this consolation continued only for a short time. The carriage soon stopped; the Tuileries, that sad, silent prison of the royal family, was soon reached, and Marie Antoinette quickly dried her tears, and compelled herself to appear calm. "Do not weep more, Bugois," she whispered. " We will not give our enemies the trinmph of seeing that they have foreed tears from us. Try to be cheerful, and tell no one of the insults of this evening." The carriage door was opened, the queen. dismounted, and, surrounded by National Guards and officers, returned to her apartments. No one bade her weleome, no one received her as becomes a queen. A few of the servants only stood in the outer room, but Marie Antoinette had no looks for them. She had been compelled as a canttitutional queen ought, to dismiss her own tried and faithful servants; her household had been reorganized, and she knew very well that these new menials were her enemies, and served as spies for the National Assembly. The queen therefore passed them without greeting, and entered her sitting-room. But even here she was not alone; the door of the anteroom was open, and there sat the officer of the National Guard, whose duty of the day it was to watch her. Marie Antoinette had no longer the right of being alone with her grief, no lon...