Andthusthedayswentbywiththeroyalfamily-monotonous，sad，anddreary。Nogreetingoflove，norayofhopecameinfromtheouterworld，tolightenupthethickwallsoftheoldbuilding。Noonebroughttheprisonersnewsofwhatwastranspiringwithout。Theyweretoowellwatchedforanyoftheirfriendstobeabletocommunicatewiththem。Thiswasthegreatesttrialfortheroyalcaptives。Notamoment，bydayorbynight，whentheeyesofthesentrieswerenotdirectedtowardthem，andtheirmotionsobserved!
Thedoorstotheanteroomswereconstantlyopen，andinthemalwaystherewereofficials，withsearchinglooksandwithseverefaces，watchingtheprisonersintheinnerrooms。Evenduringthenightthistrialdidnotcease，andtheQueenofFrancehadtoundergotheindignityofhavingthedoorofhersleeping-roomconstantlyopen，whiletheofficials，whospentthenightintheirarm-chairsintheanteroom，drank，played，andsmoked，alwayskeepinganeyeonherbed，inordertobesureofherpresence。
Evenwhensheundressedherself，thedoorsofthequeen’sapartmentwerenotclosed；ameresmallscreenstoodatthefootofthebed；
thiswasremovedassoonasthequeenhaddisrobedandlaindown。
Thisdailyrenewedpainandhumiliation——thisbeingwatchedeveryminute——wastheheaviestburdenthattheprisonersoftheTemplehadtobear，andtheproudheartofMarieAntoinetteroseinexasperationeverydayagainsttheserestraints。Sheendeavoredtobepatientandtochokethegriefthatrosewithinher，andyetshemustsometimesgiveexpressiontoitintearsandthreateningwords，whichnowfelllikecoldthunderboltsfromthelipsofthequeen，andnolongerkindledanything，nolongerdashedanythinginpieces。