There was placed between Madame Elizabeth and Madame Royale, a bottle of lemonade and a glass. Pétion was thirsty, and felt inclined to drink. He took the glass, and handed it to Madame Elizabeth, who took up the lemonade, and filled it.
“Enough!” said Pétion, lifting his glass as he would have done at a cabaret.
The Queen’s eyes flashed with anger.
The Dauphin, with the impatience of a youngster, shifted in his seat; Pétion seized him, and imprisoned him between his legs.
The Queen said nothing, but again darted a look of menace at Pétion; who, remembering that it might be politic to gain the favor of the King, caressed the Dauphin’s white locks with apparent affection.
The Dauphin made a grimace expressive of grief.
The Queen snatched him from Pétion’s legs.
Barnave, smiling, immediately opened his arms to him.
The boy seemed willing, and was, therefore, soon installed on Barnave’s knees.