When I see such fine young men too conceited at the impression they make, like Barbaroux and Herault de Sechelles, I cannot help thinking that they adore themselves too much to have a great deal of adoration left for their country." If we may lift the veil from the heart of this virtuous woman, who does not raise it herself for fear of developing a sentiment contrary to her duties, we must be convinced that her instinctive inclination had been one moment for Barbaroux, but her reflecting tenderness was for Buzot.
It is neither given to duty nor liberty to fill completely the soul of a woman as lovely and impassioned as she: duty chills, politics deceive, virtue retains, love fills the heart.

Madame Roland loved Buzot.

He adored in her his inspiration and his idol.

Perchance they never disclosed to each other in words a sentiment which would have been the less sacred to them from the hour in which it had become guilty.

But what they concealed from one another they have involuntarily revealed at their death.