Her name was the theme of their songs of rage.

One woman was the enemy of a whole nation, and her pride disdained to undeceive them.
She inclosed herself in her resentment and her terror.

Imprisoned in the palace of the Tuileries, she could not put her head out of window without provoking an outrage and hearing insult.

Every noise in the city made her apprehensive of an insurrection.

Her days were melancholy, her nights disturbed: she underwent hourly agony for two years, and that anguish was magnified in her heart by her love for her two children, and her disquietude for the king.