M. de Choiseul, who had regained his liberty, and who, at the moment, entered the chamber, accompanied by two messengers, picked up the decree, and placed it on the table.
The Queen appreciated his intention, and thanked him with a look.
“At least, sir,” said she, addressing M. de Romeuf, “I hope that you will do all you can for M. de Choiseul, M. de Damas, and M. de Goguelot when we are gone.”
In fact, the Queen well understood that go she must.
It was seven o’clock in the morning, and M. de Bouillé had not put in an appearance.
The peasants of the villages round Varennes continued to pour into the town, armed with guns, pitchforks, and scythes, and each cried louder than the other, “To Paris! to Paris!”
The carriage was in readiness.
The King made the most of each little obstacle, counting each moment, awaiting Bouillé.
At last, it was necessary to make a move.