The firmness of Roland, the eloquence of Vergniaud, the patriotism of Guadet had been of no avail.

The King of France--the heir of so long a line of royalty--the King, who had discarded the vices of his predecessors, and proved himself the friend of the people, was to be incarcerated in the worst prison in Paris by the vote of that very Assembly which he had himself called into existence.
"He is to be confined in the Temple," continued Denot, "with the Queen and the two children.

The populace are mad; they would kill him, if they could lay their hands on him." "Where are your hopes now, Charles ?" said Larochejaquelin.

"Is it yet time for us to proclaim what we are--is it yet time for us to move?
or are we to set still, until Danton enrolls us in his list of suspected persons ?" No one immediately answered the appeal of the hot young loyalist, and after a moment or two de Lescure spoke.
"Adolphe, did you hear the words of the decree ?" "Again and again," said Denot.

"I was at the door of the Assembly, and the decree was known to the crowd the moment the votes had been taken." "But did you hear the exact words ?" "That Louis and his family should be imprisoned in the Temple," answered Denot.
"Did they say the King, or did they call him by his name ?" asked de Lescure again.