The murmur swelled to an ominous roar.

Thousands were at his very palace gates, telling him in no unmistakable terms that they were tired of smooth words and fair promises.

What they wanted was a new constitution and--bread.
Poor Louis! the one could be made with pen and paper; but by what miracle could he produce the other?
How gladly would he have given them anything.

But what could he do?
There was not enough money to pay the salaries of his officials, nor for his gay young queen's fetes and balls! The old way would have been to impose new taxes.

But how could he tax a people crying at his gates for bread?
He made more promises which he could not keep; yielded, one after another, concessions of authority and dignity; then vacillated, and tried to return over the slippery path, only to be dragged on again by an irresistible fate.
Louis' Minister of Finance, Turgot, was a trained economist and a man of very great ability.