. There was something to be done first. They had to go to
the great city hall, to meet the authorities of Paris. The mayor
received them, and welcomed them to the city; and the king replied that
he always came with pleasure and confidence among his good people of
Paris. In repeating what the king had declared to those assembled, the
mayor forgot the word "confidence." The queen said aloud, "Say
_confidence_;--with pleasure and confidence."

Then there were many speeches made, during which poor little Louis,
tired as he was, had to wait. Called up before five in the morning, and
having sat so many hours in the carriage, with guns and pistols
incessantly popping off, and yells and shouts from such a concourse of
people, he might well be tired: but before they could go home, the king
had to show himself in the balcony of the city hall, by torch-light,
with a great tricolor cockade in his hat. It was just eleven o'clock
before they got to their palace of the Tuileries.

There everything was comfortless,--for there had been no notice of their
coming. The apartments had been occupied by the servants of the court,
who, turning out in a hurry, left everything in confusion. Probably
Louis did not mind this,--glad enough to get to bed at all after such a
long and dreary day. This was the 6th of October.

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER SIX.

THE DAUPHIN AT PARIS.

In the morning of the 7th, some magistrates came, bringing upholsterers
with them, and asked the king how he would be pleased to be lodged.
They were ready to dispose and furnish the palace as he liked. He
answered gruffly that others might lodge as they pleased, he had nothing
to say to it. He was apt to be sulky occasionally, in his most
prosperous days; and it was natural that he should be more so now.
Sometimes, when the queen made anxious inquiries about the state of
affairs, he answered, "Madam, your affair is with the children." He
knew that he was, in fact, a prisoner in his own capital; and that it
must at any rate be long before he could leave it. He was losing the
fine hunting season; and there was no saying when he might hunt again.
This grieved him very much. He sent for his locksmith, and did a little
filing, now and then; but he was losing his pleasure in everything.

Some of the women who had walked by the royal carriage yesterday came
this morning, and stationed themselves before the queen's windows,
requesting to see her. One of them told