“Yes, sir.”
“Born at Fontette, on the 22d of July, 1756?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You live at Paris, Rue St. Claude?”
“Yes, sir; but why these questions?”
“Madame, I am the registrar of the court, and I am come to read to you the sentence of the court of the 31st of May, 1786.”
Jeanne trembled again, and now looked at the other two men; one had a gray dress with steel buttons, the other a fur cap on and an apron, which seemed to her spotted with blood. She drew back, but the registrar said, “On your knees, madame, if you please.”
“On my knees?” cried Jeanne; “I, a Valois!”
“It is the order, madame.”
“But, sir, it is an unheard-of thing, except where some degrading sentence has been pronounced; and banishment is not such.”