"No, Du Tillet; the king and queen are in prison, and it is not for their friends to leave their post here in Paris because danger threatens them; come when they may, these wretches will find us here ready for them." "But the children, Edouard!" the marquise murmured.
"I shall stand by my father's side," Ernest said firmly.
"I do not doubt your courage, my son.

I wish now that I had long ago sent you all across the frontier; but who could have foreseen that the people of France were about to become a horde of wild beasts, animated by hate against all, old and young, in whose veins ran noble blood.

However, although it is the duty of your mother and I to stay at our posts, it is our duty also to try and save our house from destruction; therefore, Du Tillet, I commit my two sons to your charge.

Save them if you can, disguise them as you will, and make for the frontier.

Once there you know all the arrangements we have already made." "But, father," Ernest remonstrated.
"I can listen to no argument, Ernest," the marquis said firmly.
"In this respect my will is law.