Justthenthedooropenedandthekingentered。
“Sire，“saidthequeen，assheadvancedtomeethim，“helpmetopersuadethesenoblefriendsthattheyoughttoleaveus!“
“Thequeenisright，“saidLouis，sadly，“theymustgoatonce。Ourmisfortunecompelsustopartwithallwholoveandesteemus。I
havejustsaidfarewelltomybrother，nowIsaythesametoyou；I
commandyoutogo。Pityus，butdonotloseaminute’stime。Takeyourchildrenandyourservantswithyou。Reckonatalltimesuponme。Weshallmeetagaininhappierdays，afterourdangersarepast，andthenyoushallbothresumeyouroldplaces。Farewell!OncemoreIcommandyoutogo!“[Footnote：Theking’sownwords。Thisintensepartingsceneisstrictlyhistorical，accordingtotheconcurrentcommunicationsofMontjoieinhis“HistoiredeMarieAntoinette。“
Campan，Mem。，ii。Weber，Mem。，i。]
Andasthekingperceivedthatthetearswerestartingintohiseyes，andthathisvoicewastrembling，hesilentlybowedtohisfriends，andhastilywithdrew。
“Youhaveheardwhatthekingcommands，“saidMarieAntoinette，eagerly，“andyouwillnotventuretodisobeyhim。Hearalsothis：I
too，theQueenofFrance，commandyoutotakeyourdeparturethisveryhour。“
Thedukebowedlowbeforethequeen，whostoodwithpalecheeks，buterect，andwithanobleair。
“Yourmajestyhascommanded，anditbecomesustoobey。Weshallgo。“
Theduchesssank，withaloudcryofgrief，onherkneebeforethequeen，andburiedherfaceintheroyalrobe。
MarieAntoinettedidnotdisturbher，didnotventuretospeaktoher，forsheknewthat，withthefirstwordwhichsheshouldutter，thepainofherheartwouldfindexpressiononherlips，andshewouldbecomposed；shewouldnotletherfriendseehowseverethesacrificewaswhichherlovecompelledhertomake。
“Letmeremainwithyou，“imploredtheduchess，“donotdrivemefromyou，Marie，myMarie!“
Thequeenturnedhergreateyesupward，andherlookswereaprayertoGodtogiveherpowerandsteadfastness。Twicethensheattemptedtospeak，twicehervoicerefusedtoperformitsduty，andsheremainedsilent，wrestlingwithhergrief，andatlastovercomingit。
“Julia，“shesaid——andwitheverywordhervoicebecamefirmerandstronger——“Julia，wemustpart。Ishouldbedoublyunhappytodrawyouandyoursintomymisfortunes；itwill，inallmytroubles，beaconsolationtome，thatIhavebeenabletosaveyou。Idonotsay，asthekingdid，thatweshallmeetagaininhappierdays，andafterourperilsarepast——forIdonotbelieveinanymorehappydays——weshallnotbeabletosurvivethoseperils，butshallperishinthem。
Isay，farewell，tomeetnotinthis，butinabetterworld!Notawordmore。Icannotbearit!Yourqueencommandsyoutogoatonce!
Farewell!“
Sheextendedherhandfirmlytoher，butshecouldnotlookatherfriend，wholayatherfeetweepingandchoking；shesalutedthedukewithamerewaveofthehand，turnedquicklyaway，andhastenedintotheadjoiningroom，andthenontillshereachedherowntoilet-room，whereMadamedeCampanwasawaitingher。
“Campan，“shecried，intonesofanguish，“Campan，itisdone!I
havelostmyfriend!Ishallneverseeheragain。Closethedoor，drawthebolt，thatshecannotcomein，I——Ishalldie!“Andthequeenutteredaloudcry，andsankinaswoon。
Atmidnighttwowell-packedcarriagesdroveoutoftheinnercourtsofthepalace。TheywerethePolignacs；theywereleavingFrance，totakerefugeinSwitzerland。
InthefirstcarriagewastheDuchessdePolignac，withherhusbandandherdaughter。Sheheldtwolettersinherhand。Campanhadgivenherboth，inthenameofthequeen，asshewassteppingintothecarriage。
OnewasdirectedtoMinisterNecker，who，afterhisdismissal，hadwithdrawntoBasle。SincetheNationalAssembly，theclubs，thewholepopulationofParis，desiredNecker’sreturn，anddeclaredhimtobetheonlymanwhocouldrestoretheshatteredfinancesofthecountry；thequeenhadpersuadedherhusbandtorecalltheminister，althoughanopponentofhers，andappointhimagainministeroffinance。Theletterofthequeen，whichtheDuchessJuliawascommissionedtogivetoNecker，containedhisrecall，announcedtohiminflatteringwords。
Thesecondletterwasapartingwordfromthequeentoherfriend，alastcryfromherheart。“Farewell，“itran——“farewell，tenderly-
lovedfriend!Howdreadfulthispartingwordis!Butitisneedful。
Farewell!Iembracetheeinspirit!Farewell!“
Themorningdawned——awindyOctobermorning，surroundingthesunwiththickclouds；sothedaylightcamelatetoParis，asiffearingtoseewhathadtakenplaceonthestreetsandsquares。Thenationalguard，summonedtogetherbythealarm-signalofdrum-beatsandtheclangoroftrumpetsandhorns，collectedinthegraymorninglight，forafearfulrumorhadbeenspreadthroughParistheeveningbefore，andonehaswhisperedtoanotherthattomorrowhadbeenappointedbytheclubsandbytheagitatorsforasecondactintherevolution，andthepeoplearetooquiet，theymustberousedtonewdeeds。
“Thepeoplearetooquiet，“thatwasthewatchwordofthe4thofOctober，inalltheclubs，anditwasMaratwhohadcarriedit。
OntheplatformoftheClubdeCordeliers，thecrywasraisedloudlyandhoarsely：“Parisisindangeroffoldingitshandsinitslap，prayingandgoingtosleep。Theymustwakeoutofthisstateoflethargy，elsethehateful，tyrannicalmonarchywillrevive，anddrawthenightcapsofarovertheearsofthesleepingcapital，thatitwillstickasifcoveredwithpitch，andsufferitselftorelapseintobondage。WemustawakenParis，myfriends；Parismustnotsleep。“
Andonthenightofthe4thofOctober，Parishadnotslept，fortheagitatorshadkeptitawake。Thewatch-cryhadbeen：“Thebakersmustnotbaketo-night!Parismustto-morrowmorningbewithoutbread，thatthepeoplemayopentheireyesagainandawake。Thebakersmustnotbaketo-night!“
Alltheclubshadcaughtuptheirwatch-cry，andtheiremissarieshadspreaditthroughthewholecity，thatallthebakersshouldbeinformedthatwhoevershould“openhisstoreinthemorning，orgiveanyotheranswerthanthis：’ThereisnomoremealinParis；wehavenotbeenabletobake!’willberegardedasatraitortothenationalcause，andassuch，willbepunished。Beonyourguard!“
Thebakershadbeenintimidatedbythisthreat，andhadnotbaked。
WhenParisawokeonthemorningofthe5thofOctober，itwaswithoutbread。Peoplelackedtheirmostindispensablearticleoffood。
Attheoutset，thewomen，whoreceivedthesedreadfultidingsatthebake-shops，returneddumbwithhorrortotheirfamilies，toannouncetotheirhouseholdsandtheirhungrychildren：“Thereisnobreadto-day!Thesupplyofflourisexhausted!Wemuststarve!Thereisnomorebreadtobehad!“
Andfromthedarkabodeofthepoor，thesadcrysoundedoutintothenarrowanddirtystreetsandallthesquares，“Pariscontainsnobread!Parismuststarve!“
Thewomen，thechildrenutteredthesecriesinwildtonesofdespair。Themenrepeatedthewordswithclinchedfistsandwiththreateninglooks：“Pariscontainsnomorebread!Parismuststarve!“
“AnddoyouknowwhyParismuststarve？“croakedoutavoiceintotheearsofthepeoplewhowerecrowdingeachotherinwildconfusiononthePlacedeCarrousel。
“Doyouknowwhoisthecauseofallthismiseryandwant？“
“Tellus，ifyouknow!“criedaroughman’svoice。
“Yes，yes，tellus!“shoutedothervoices。“Wewanttoknow!“
“Iwilltellyou，“answeredthefirst，inraspingtones；andnowuponthestones，whichindicatedwherethecarriage-roadcrossedthesquare，alittle，shrunken，broad-shoulderedfigure，withanunnaturallylargehead，andugly，craftyface，couldbeseen。
“Marat!“criedsomemaninthecrowd。“Marat!“yelledthecobblerSimon，whohadbeensinceAugustthefriendandadmirerofMarat，andwastobeseeneverywhereathisside。“Listen，friends，listen!
Maratisgoingtospeaktous；hewilltellushowithappensthatParishasbreadnomore，andthatweshallallhavetostarvetogether!Maratisgoingtospeak!“
“Silence，silence!“scatteredmencommandedhereandthere。
“Silence!“ejaculatedagiganticwoman，withbroad，defiantface，aroundwhichherblackhairhungindishevelledmasses，andwhichwasgatheredupinpartly-securedknotsunderherwhitecap。Withherbroadshouldersandherrobustarmssheforcedherwaythroughthecrowd，directinghercoursetowardtheplacewhereMaratwasstanding，andnearhimSimonthecobbler，onwhosebroadshoulders，asuponadesk，Maratwasrestingonehand。
“Silence!“criedthegiantess。“Marat，thepeople’sfriend，isgoingtospeak!Letuslisten，foritwillcertainlydousgood。Maratiscleverandwise，andlovesthepeople!“
Marat’sgreen，blazingeyesfixedthemselvesuponthegiganticformofthewoman；heshrankbackasifanelectricalsparkhadtouchedhim，andwithawonderfulexpressionofmingledtriumphandjoy。
“Comenearer，goodwife!“heexclaimed；“letmepressyourhand，andbringalltheexcellent，industrious，well-mindedwomenofParistotakeMarat，thepatriot，bythehand!“
ThewomanstrodetotheplacewhereMaratwasstandingandreachedhimherhand。Nooneinthecrowdnoticedthatthishandofunwonteddelicacyandwhitenessdidnotseemtocomportwellwiththedressofavenderofvegetablesfromthemarket；noonenoticedthatononeofthetaperingfingersajewelofnoordinarysizeglistened。
Maratwastheonlyonetonoticeit，andwhilepressingtheofferedhandofthewomaninhisbonyfist，hestoopeddownandwhisperedinherear：