"I have indeed; and I tremble for your safety. Your foes are powerful, and you—you are not sufficiently cautious, Antoinette."
"What is it in me that they find to blame!" exclaimed she, her beautiful eyes filling with tears.
"Some other day, we must talk of this together. I see that you are threatened; but as yet, I neither understand the cause of your danger nor its remedy. As soon as I shall have unravelled the mystery of your position, I will seek an interview with you; and then, dear sister, we must forget that we are sovereigns, and remember but one thing—the ties that have bound us together since first we loved each ether as children of one father and mother."
Marie Antoinette laid her head upon her brother's bosom and wept. "Oh, that we were children again in the gardens of Schonbrunn!" sobbed she; "for there at least we were innocent and happy!"
CHAPTER CXIX.
A VISIT TO JEAN JACQUES ROUSSEAU.
Before the door of a small, mean house in the village of Montmorency, stood a hackney-coach from which a man, plainly dressed, but distinguished in appearance, had just alighted. He was contemplated with sharp scrutiny by a woman, who, with arms a-kimbo, blocked up the door of the cottage.
"Does Monsieur Rousseau live here?" asked the stranger, touching his hat.
"Yes, my husband lives here," said the woman, sharply.
"Ah, you are then Therese Levasseur, the companion of the great philosopher?"