To be sure, she had not been without a bed in an unglazed room all
night, and had a few maids and a charge of clothes, but she had
probably never been so much out of reach of state in her life, and
she evidently found it most amusing. She did not seem to have an
idea that it was a fearful thing to begin a civil war, but thought
the astonishment and disappointment of the Parisians an excellent
joke. Grave and stately as she was by nature, she seemed quite
transformed, and laughed like a girl when no gold spoon could be
found for her chocolate and she had to use a silver one. Yes, and
she laughed still more at the ill-arranged limp curls and tumbled
lace of us poor creatures who had sat up all night, and tried to
dress one another, with one pocket-comb amongst us all!
All that day and all the text, however, parts of different people's
equipages kept coming from Paris. Mademoiselle's were escorted by M.
de Fiesque, who had been so civilly treated that Mademoiselle gave
passports for the Queen's wagons to come through Paris; and it was
considered to be a great joke that one of the bourgeois, examining a
large box of new Spanish gloves, was reported to have been quite
overcome by the perfume, and to have sneezed violently when he came
to examine them.
We were in a strange state up there on the heights of St. Germain.
Some of the Court had no hangings for their great draughty rooms,
others had no clothes, and those who had clothes had no bedding.
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