Although this was a reproach more than anything else, it satisfied the people.
At eleven exactly, the royal family re-entered their carriage, and put themselves en route.
The heat was dreadfully oppressive. Their journey was made, as it were, through a blast furnace, and their eyes were incessantly tormented by a penetrating dust.
I happened to know the situation of a cool spring. I approached the royal carriage, and demanded respectfully of her Majesty the Queen if she desired a glass of fresh water, as we were near to some of a most excellent quality.
“Thank you,” replied the Queen.
“Oh, do have some, mamma—do have some! I am so thirsty!” said the Dauphin.
“I wish it not; but give me some for my children,” said the Queen.
Madame de Tourzel handed me a silver cup.
“Fill this up for me, also,” said Madame Elizabeth.