He reached the room surrounded by a vast and turbulent crowd, and was happy at finding that only himself was exposed to blows from weapons of all kinds, which thousands of hands brandished over his head; but as he turned his head he saw his sister, Madame Elizabeth, who extended her arms, and was anxious to rush towards him.
She had escaped from the women who retained the queen and children in the bed-chamber.

She adored her brother, and wished to die with him.
Young, excessively beautiful, and deeply respected at court, for the piety of her life and her passionate devotion to the king, she had renounced all love from her intense affection for her family.

Her dishevelled hair, her eyes swimming with tears, her arms extended towards the king, gave to her a despairing and sublime expression.

"It is the queen!" exclaimed several women of the faubourgs.

This name, at such a moment, was a sentence of death.