In a hundred carriages came the National Assemblymen who had declared they would henceforth be inseparable from the monarch.
This mob was about a quarter of an hour ahead of the royal party, and rallied round the two royal guardsmen's heads as their colors. All stopped at the Sevres wine saloon. The collection was of tattered and half-drunken wretches, the scum that comes to the surface whether the inundation is water or lava.
Suddenly, great stir in the concourse, for they had seen the National Guards' bayonets and General Lafayette's white horse, immediately preceding the royal coach.
Lafayette was fond of popular gatherings: he really reigned among the Paris people whose idol he was. But he did not like the lowest orders. Paris, like Rome, had a grade under the mere mob.
In particular, he did not approve of Lynch Law, and he had done his utmost to try to save those aristocrats whom the crowd had executed. It was to hide their trophies and preserve the bloody tokens of victory that the multitude kept on ahead. But on being encouraged by the trio of captains waiting at the Sevres saloon, they decided to keep the heads up and wait for the King, so that he should not be parted from his faithful guards.
The mob was increased by the country folks flocking to the road from all quarters to see the cortege go by. A few cheered, adding their uproar to the howls, hoots and groans of the marching column, but the majority, stood dull and quiet on both sides of the road.
Did this mean that they were for the Royal Family? No: or at least unless they belonged to the court party, everybody, even the upper middle class, suffered more or less from the dreadful famine spreading over the kingdom. If they did not insult the King and Queen, they remained hushed, and the silence of an assemblage is often worse than an insult.
On the other hand the myriads roared with all their lung power: "Hurrah for Lafayette!" who took off his hat now and then or waved the sword in his right hand: and "Long live Mirabeau!" who thrust his head out of the carriage window, where he was one of six, to get a whiff of the air necessary for his broad chest.
Hence, amid the silence for himself, the unfortunate Louis XVI. heard applauded that Popularity which he had lost and that Genius which he had never possessed.