One morning she was awakened by an unusual noise in the streets; and, upon her inquiring the occasion of it, her guards told her she was welcome to go to the front windows and satisfy her curiosity.

She went, and saw an immense crowd of people surrounding a guillotine that had been erected the preceding night.

Madame de Fleury started back with horror--her guards burst into an inhuman laugh, and asked whether her curiosity was satisfied.

She would have left the room; but it was now their pleasure to detain her, and to force her to continue the whole day in this apartment.

When the guillotine began its work, they had even the barbarity to drag her to the window, repeating, "It is there you ought to be!--It is there your husband ought to be!--You are too happy, that your husband is not there this moment.