Hestoodup，andhandedMadamedeCampanapaper。“Andnow，madame，“
hecontinued，“allowmetoretire，thatImayreturntoParis，formysweetheartisexpectingme，and，besides，theyareexpectingsomedisturbanceinthecity。Imustgo，therefore，toprotectmyhouse。“
“Go，myyoungfriend，“saidMadamedeCampan，warmlypressinghishand。“Receivemyheartiestthanksforyourdevotion，andbesurethequeenshallhearofit。farewell，farewell!“
“No，“criedMarieAntoinette，emergingfrombehindthescreenwithalaugh，“no，donotgo，sir!Remaintoreceiveyourqueen’sthanksforthedisinterestedzealwhichyouhavedisplayedformethisday。“
“Thequeen!“whisperedToulan，turningpale，“thequeen!“