Born amidst the early tumults of the Revolution, dragged to Paris captive amidst the blood of the 6th of October, she only knew the people by its turbulence and rage.

The Dauphin, a child of seven years old, was seated on the table in front of the queen.

His innocent face, radiant with all the beauty of the Bourbons, expressed more surprise than fear.

He turned to his mother at every moment, raising his eyes towards her as though to read through her tears whether he should have confidence or alarm.

It was thus that the mob found the queen as it entered and defiled triumphantly before her.