In our hands the king may better serve it than any other citizen in the kingdom; by enlightening this prince we may be faithful alike to his interests and those of the nation--the king and Revolution must be with us as one." X.
Thus said Roland in the first dazzling of power; his wife listened with a smile of incredulity on her lips.

Her keener glance had at the instant measured a career more vast and a termination more decisive than the timid and transitory compromise between a degraded royalty and an imperfect revolution.

It would have cost her too much to renounce the ideal of her ardent soul; all her wishes tended to a republic; all her exertions, all her words, all her aspirations, were destined, unconsciously to herself, to urge thither her husband and his associates.
"Mistrust every man's perfidy, and more especially your own virtue," was her reply to the weak and vain Roland.

"You see in this world but courts, where all is unreal, and where the most polished surfaces conceal the most sinister combinations.

You are only an honest countryman wandering amongst a crowd of courtiers,--virtue in danger amidst a myriad of vices: they speak our language, and we do not know theirs.