Cagliostro and company; a sequel to the story of the diamond necklace; . llotined. On the day of the kings execution thequeen asked for mourning of the simplestkind, the costume of the people—*a mantle 202 CAGLIOSTRO AND COMPANY of black taffety, a black neckerchief andskirt, a pair of black gloves, and two capsof black taffety. She asked at the sametime for a pair of sheets and a quiltedcoverlet. But the Convention thoughtthat sheets and a quilt were too luxuriousfor a lady in the month of January. Theygranted the mourning, but refused thecoverlet. * The widow wore mourning which sheowed to t
Cagliostro and company; a sequel to the story of the diamond necklace; . llotined. On the day of the kings execution thequeen asked for mourning of the simplestkind, the costume of the people—*a mantle 202 CAGLIOSTRO AND COMPANY of black taffety, a black neckerchief andskirt, a pair of black gloves, and two capsof black taffety. She asked at the sametime for a pair of sheets and a quiltedcoverlet. But the Convention thoughtthat sheets and a quilt were too luxuriousfor a lady in the month of January. Theygranted the mourning, but refused thecoverlet. * The widow wore mourning which sheowed to the generosity of the had on her head a washerwomans cap,with weepers falling upon her black veil was between the weepers andher hair. A large white fichu was crossedover her neck and fastened with a bluntpin. A little black shawl edged with whitewas knotted at the bodice of her blackdress. On her brow and down her templesstrayed wisps of hair that escaped fromher cap, and the hair was blanching mien was proud still, and her eyebrows. MARIK ANTOINETTE IN MOURNING GARB. THE DEATH OF THE QUEEN 203 had not lowered their imperial arch. Tearshad reddened her eyelids, tears had swollenher eyes. Her look had lost its radiancefor a hard, fixed stare. The blue of hereyes no longer had its flashing brilliance,its caressing softness; it was glassy, cold,almost fierce. The beautiful, aquiline con-tour of her nose was become a bony ridge,and agony seemed to have pinched thenostrils once quivering with youth. This woman, who but lately had seen theworld at her feet in one emulation of flatteryand deference, who had known every formof splendour, now in her cold and narrowprison possessed but one comfort and stay—we cannot say a joy—her children. Therevolutionary government thought that thiswas too much. The queen, Madame, andMadame Elizabeth were awakened by thesound of opening gratings: it was theguards coming to inform Marie Antoinetteof the new decree
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