Crowds followed them with shouts of
ecstasy, and the Coadjutor further gratified the world by having a
shower of pistoles thrown from the windows of the Hotel de Ville.
It was good sport to hear Sir Andrew Macniven discourse on the sight,
declaring that the ladies looked next door to angels, and kenned it
full well too, and that he marvelled what their gudemen would have
said to see them make a raree show of themselves to all the loons in
Paris!
The streets soon became as quiet as they ever were, and we could go
about as usual, except when we had warning of any special cause for
disturbance. We were anxious to know how poor little Madame
d'Aubepine was getting on, and, to our surprise, we found her
tolerably cheerful. In truth, she had really tamed the Croquelebois!
As she said afterwards in her little pathetic tone, so truly French,
when they both so truly loved Monsieur le Comte (wretch that he was)
how could they differ? You see he was not present to cause
jealousies, and when Madame Croquelebois found that Cecile never
blamed him or murmured she began to be uneasy at his neglect and
unkindness.
Though, of course, at that moment he was out of reach, being in the
army that was blockading us. Not that we should ever have found out
that we were blockaded, if we could have got any letters from any
one, except for the scarcity of firewood. My mother wanted much to
get to our own Queen, but the approaches to the Louvre were watched
lest she should communicate with the Regent; and we were cut off from
her till M.
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