Even the sight of the soldiers left her outwardly indifferent.

As she stepped across the threshold she noticed that the door itself had been taken away: then she gave another quick glance at the soldiers, whose presence there would control her every movement.
The thought of Queen Marie Antoinette in the Conciergerie prison with the daily, hourly humiliation and shame which this constant watch imposed upon her womanly pride and modesty, flashed suddenly across Marguerite's mind, and a deep blush of horror rapidly suffused her pale cheeks, whilst an almost imperceptible shudder shook her delicate frame.
Perhaps, as in a flash, she had at this moment received an inkling of what the nature of that terrible "either--or" might be, with which Chauvelin was trying to force an English gentleman to dishonour.

Sir Percy Blakeney's wife had been threatened with Marie Antoinette's fate.
"You see, Madame," said her cruel enemy's unctuous voice close to her ear, "that we have tried our humble best to make your brief sojourn here as agreeable as possible.

May I express a hope that you will be quite comfortable in this room, until the time when Sir Percy will be ready to accompany you to the 'Day-Dream.'" "I thank you, sir," she replied quietly.
"And if there is anything you require, I pray you to call.

I shall be in the next room all day and entirely at your service." A young orderly now entered bearing a small collation--eggs, bread, milk and wine--which he set on the central table.