the Saint-Marceau section defiled before him, uttering
shouts of hatred and fury. Louis XVI. was undisturbed by this. He
remained calm, and when this battalion had got into position, he
tranquilly reviewed it. Then he walked on again and crossed the entire
garden. The battalion of the _Croix-Rouge_, which was on the terrace
beside the water, cried from a distance: "Down with the veto! Down
with the traitor!" On the terrace of the Feuillants, at the other
side, there was an equally violent crowd. The King, calm as ever, went
on to the swing-bridge by which the Tuileries was entered from Place
Louis XV. He was well enough received by the troops stationed there.
But his return to the palace could not but be difficult. The National
Guards of the _Croix-Rouge_ had broken rank and come down from the
terrace beside the river to the garden, and pressed around the King
with menacing shouts. The unfortunate monarch could only re-enter the
palace where he had but a few moments more to stay, by calling to his
aid a double row of faithful grenadiers. The ministers who were at the
windows became alarmed. One of them, M. de Bouchage, cried: "Great
God! it is the King they are hooting! What the devil are they doing
down there? Quick; we must go after him!" And he hastened to descend
into the garden with his colleague, {290} Bigot de Sainte-Croix, to
meet his master. The Queen, who beheld the sight, shed tears. The two
ministers brought back Louis XVI. He came in out of breath, and
fatigued by the heat and the exercise he had taken, but otherwise
seeming very little moved. "All is lost," said the Queen. "This
review has done more harm than good."

From this moment bad tidings succeeded each other without interruption.
They were apprised of the formation of the new Commune, Mandat's
murder, the march of the faubourgs, and the arrival of the first
detachments of rioters. The Marseillais debouched into the Carrousel,
and sent an envoy to demand that the gate of the Royal Court should be
opened. As it remained closed, they knocked on it with repeated blows,
while the National Guards said: "We will not fire on our brothers."

Would resistance have been possible even at this moment; that is to
say, between seven and eight in the morning? M. de Vaublanc thought
so. "I do not know," he writes, "to what section the first band that
arrived on the Carrousel belonged; it was in disorder and badly armed.
If the King had mar