A young girl, of pleasing appearance and respectably attired, came forward and bitterly reviled in coarsest terms _l'Autrichienne_.

The queen, struck by the contrast between the rage of this young girl and the gentleness of her face, said to her in a kind tone, "Why do you hate me?
Have I ever unknowingly done you any injury or offence ?" "No, not to me," replied the pretty patriot; "but it is you who cause the misery of the nation." "Poor child!" replied the queen; "some one has told you so, and deceived you.

What interest can I have in making the people miserable?
The wife of the king, mother of the dauphin, I am a Frenchwoman by all the feelings of my heart as a wife and mother.

I shall never again see my own country.

I can only be happy or unhappy in France.