The whole night passed in these different occurrences.

Already had the national guards of the neighbouring villages arrived at Varennes; barricades were erected between the upper and lower town; and the authorities sent off expresses to warn the inhabitants of Metz and Verdun, and to demand that troops and cannon might be instantly sent, to prevent the king being rescued by the approaching troops of M.de Bouille.
The king, the queen, Madame Elizabeth, and the children, lay down for a short time, dressed as they were, in the rooms at M.Sausse's, amidst the threatening murmurs of the people and the noise of footsteps, that at each instant increased beneath their window.

Such was the state of affairs at Varennes at seven o'clock in the morning.

The queen had not slept; all her feelings as a wife, a mother, a queen--rage, terror, despair,--waged so terrible a conflict in her mind, that her hair, which had been auburn on the previous evening, was in the morning white as snow.
XV.
At Paris the most profound mystery had covered the king's departure.

M.
de La Fayette, who had twice been to the Tuileries, to assure himself with his own eyes that his orders had been strictly obeyed, quitted it at midnight, perfectly convinced that its walls would securely guard the people's hostages.