"Monsieur," said she, "my son is ill, and now asleep—do not wake him."
"Reply then."
"I know nothing."
The municipal walked straight to the bed of the little prisoner, who, as we have said, feigned sleep.
"Come, wake up, Capet," said he, shaking him roughly.
The child opened his eyes and smiled.
The municipals then surrounded his bed.
The queen, agitated with fear and grief, made a sign to her daughter, who, profiting by this moment, glided from the apartment into the room adjoining, opened the mouth of the stove, drew out a letter and burned it; then, reentering the room, reassured her mother with a glance.
"What do you want with me?" asked the sick child.
"To inquire if you heard nothing during the night?"