“Sire, a decree of the Assembly.”
“Where is it?”
“My comrade has it.”
“Your comrade?”
The officer made a sign to open the door.
One of the gardes du corps opened it, and they saw M. de Romeuf leaning against the window of the ante-chamber, and weeping.
He came forward, with downcast eyes.
The Queen started at sight of him.
It was the same young man who had accompanied M. Lafayette in the visit he had paid the King just a quarter of an hour before he started.
“Ah, monsieur! is it you?” said the Queen. “I could never have believed it.”