The King and Queen were advised to show themselves at the balcony. They did so; but the sight of their august persons exasperated, in place of calming, the turbulence of the excited populace, who shouted for the royal family to leave their city, and actually drew the carriages to the door, harnessed the horses, and did, in fact, all they could do to accelerate the departure of the King. The King appeared again at the balcony, and pronounced the following words:— “Since you oblige me to leave you, I go!” Although this was a reproach more than anything else, it satisfied the people. At eleven exactly, the royal family re-entered their carriage, and put themselves _en route_. The heat was dreadfully oppressive. Their journey was made, as it were, through a blast furnace, and their eyes were incessantly tormented by a penetrating dust. I happened to know the situation of a cool spring. I approached the royal carriage, and demanded respectfully of her Majesty the Queen if she desired a glass of fresh water, as we were near to some of a most excellent quality. “Thank you,” replied the Queen. “Oh, do have some, mamma—do have some! I am so thirsty!” said the Dauphin. “I wish it not; but give me some for my children,” said the Queen. Madame de Tourzel handed me a silver cup. “Fill this up for me, also,” said Madame Elizabeth. She handed me another cup. In fancy, after a lapse of sixty years, I can still see her angelic face—still hear that charming voice, whose entreaties were more than commands. I leant my gun against the trunk of a tree, rushed to the fountain, and brought back the two cups filled with the sparkling water, which, through my rapidity, had not had time to lose its freshness. The Dauphin and Madame Royale shared one cup between them. Madame Elizabeth, after offering the other cup to the Queen, who refused it, drank it herself. “Oh, what delicious water it is,” cried the Dauphin. “Why does the world drink aught else?” “Because they have drinks they like better,” replied the King. “My son thanks you, sir,” said the Queen. “I also thank you,” said Madame Elizabeth, with her sweet smile. I seized my gun, which had been left at the foot of a tree. “I saw you once run after M. de Dampierre,” said the Queen. “With what intention?” “With the hope of saving him, if possible, madame.” “You have the same opinions, then, as M. de Dampierre,” said the Queen. “I agree with him in the respect which he feels towards your enemies.” “Do you know that you give an ambiguous answer, young man?” said the King. “Yes, sire,” I replied. “Ha, ha!” said he. Then to the Queen: “The minds of these people are poisoned against us, from their very childhood.” “Oh, papa!” cried the Dauphin, “what a beautiful gun he has!” I was the person referred to. To the Queen and Madame Elizabeth I was “monsieur,” but to the Dauphin I was simply “he.” The King looked at my gun.