The Queen had returned to her rooms, dazed by the scene. A swarm of flatterers and adulators assailed her.
"See the true spirit of your troops," they said. "When the fury of the mob is bragged of, think how it would melt away in the blast of this wild ardor of the military for monarchical ideas."
She was still under the illusion that this fire would spread over the kingdom from the palace, at her will, when, next day, receiving the National Guard to whom she had promised to distribute their new flags, she made this address:
"I am happy to make this presentation. The Nation and the army ought to love the King, as we love them both. I was delighted with the rejoicing yesterday!"
At these words, emphasized by her glittering glance and sweetest voice, the crowd grumbled while the soldiers applauded noisily.
"She upheld us," said one party while the other muttered: "We are betrayed!"
"Am I not brave?" she asked of Charny who looked on with sorrow and listened with terror.
"To the point of folly," he replied with a deeply clouded face.