The Queen runs off; just in time, in her underclothes; she takes refuge with the King and the rest of the royal family, who have in vain barricaded themselves in the oeil-de-Boeuf, a door of which is broken in: here they stand, awaiting death, when Lafayette arrives with his grenadiers and saves all that can be saved--their lives, and nothing more.

For, from the crowd huddled in the marble court the shout rises, "To Paris with the King!" a command to which the King submits.
Now that the great hostage is in their hands, will they deign to accept the second one?
This is doubtful.

On the Queen approaching the balcony with her son and daughter, a howl arises of "No children!" They want to have her alone in the sights of their guns, and she understands that.

At this moment M.de Lafayette, throwing the shield of his popularity over her, appears on the balcony at her side and respectfully kisses her hand.

The reaction is instantaneous in this over-excited crowd.