little　eyes；　peering　out　from　beneath　the　bushy　brows；　met　the
  queen。
  〃Only　wait；〃　said　Marat；　rising　from　his　seat　and　directing　his
  glances　at　the　parterre。　There　stood　the　giant　Santerre；　and　not　far
  from　him　Simon　the　cobbler；　in　the　midst　of　a　crowd　of　savage…
  looking；　defiant　fellows；　who　all　looked　at　their　leaders；　while
  they；　Santerre　and　Simon；　directed　their　eyes　up　to　the　box　of
  Marat。
  The　glance　of　the　chief　met　that　of　his　two　friends。　A　scornful；
  savage　expression　swept　over　Marat's　ash…colored；　dirty　face；　and　he
  nodded　lightly　to　his　allies。　Santerre　and　Simon　returned　the　nod；
  and　they；　turning　to　their　companions；　gave　the　signal　by　raising
  the　right　hand。
  Suddenly　the　applause　was　overborne　by　loud　whistling　and　shouting；
  derisive　laughter；　and　wild　curses。
  〃The　civil　war　has　begun！〃　cried　Marat；　rubbing　his　hands　together
  with　delight。
  The　royalists　continued　to　applaud　and　to　shout；　〃Vive　la　reine！〃
  Their　opponents　tried　to　silence　them　by　their　hisses　and　whistling。
  Marat's　face　glowed　with　demoniacal　pleasure。　He　turned　to　the　boxes
  of　the　second　tier；　and　nodded　smilingly　to　the　men　who　sat　there。
  At　once　they　began　to　cry；　〃The　chorus；　the　chorus；　let　them　sing；
  'Chantons；　celebrons　notre　reine！'〃
  〃Very　well；〃　said　Marat。　〃I　am　a　good　royalist；　for　I　have　trained
  the　people　to　the　cry。〃
  〃Sing；　sing！〃　shouted　the　men　to　the　performers　on　the　stage〃sing
  the　chorus；　'Chantons；　celebrons　notre　reine！'〃
  And　in　the　boxes；　parquette；　everywhere　was　the　cry；　〃Sing　the
  chorus；　'Chantons；　celebrons　notre　reine！'〃
  〃No；〃　roared　Santerre；　〃no；　they　shall　not　sing　that！〃
  〃No；〃　cried　Simon；　〃we　will　not　hear　the　monkey…song！〃
  And　hundreds　of　men　in　the　parterre　and　the　upper　rows　of　boxes
  echoed　the　cry；　〃No；　we　will　not　hear　the　monkey…song！〃
  〃The　thing　works　well！〃　said　Marat。　〃I　hold　my　people　by　a　thread；
  and　make　them　gesticulate　and　spring　up　and　down；　like　the　concealed
  man　in　a　Punch　and　Judy　show。〃
  The　noise　went　on；　the　royalists　would　not　cease　their　applause　and
  their　calls　for　the　chorus；　〃Chantons；　celebrons　notre　reine！〃　The
  enemies　of　the　queen　did　not　cease　hissing　and　shouting；　〃We　do　not
  want　to　hear　any　thing　about　the　queen；　we　will　not　hear　the　monkey…
  song！〃
  〃Oh；　would　I　had　never　come　here！〃　whispered　the　queen；　with　tearful
  eyes；　as　she　sank　back　in　her　armchair；　and　hid　her　face　in　her
  handkerchief。
  Perhaps　because　the　real　royalists　saw　the　agitation　of　the　queen；
  and　out　of　compassion　for　her　were　willing　to　give　up　the
  controversyperhaps　Marat　had　given　a　sign　to　the　false　royalists
  that　they　had　had　enough　of　shouting　and　confusionat　all　events
  the　cry　〃Vive　la　reine〃　and　the　call　for　the　chorus　died　away
  suddenly；　the　applause　ceased；　and　as　the　enemies　of　the　queen　had
  now　no　opposition　to　encounter；　nothing　was　left　to　them　but　to　be
  silent　too。
  〃The　first　little　skirmish　is　over！〃　said　Marat；　resting　his　bristly
  head　on　the　back　of　his　velvet　arm…chair。　〃Now　we　will　listen　to　the
  music　a　little；　and　look　at　the　pretty　theatre　girls。〃
  And　in　fact　the　opera　had　now　begun；　the　director　of　the　orchestra
  had　taken　advantage　of　the　return　of　quiet　to　give　a　sign　to　the
  singers　on　the　stage　to　begin　at　once；　and　with　fortunate　presence
  of　mind　his　command　was　obeyed。
  The　public；　wearied　it　may　be　with　the　shouting　and　noise；　remained
  silent；　and　seemed　to　give　its　attention　exclusively　to　the　stage；
  the　development　of　the　plot；　and　the　noble　music。
  Marie　Antoinette　breathed　freely　again；　her　pale　cheeks　began　to
  have　color　once　more；　her　eyes　were　again　bright；　and　she　seemed
  transported　beyond　the　sore　battles　and　dreadful　discords　of　her
  life；　she　listened　respectfully　to　the　sweet　melodies；　and　the　grand
  harmonies　of　the　teacher　of　her　youth；　the　great　Gluck。　Leaning　back
  in　her　armchair；　she　allowed　the　music　to　flow　into　her　soul；　and
  the　recollection　of　past　days　awoke　afresh　in　her　mind。　She　dreamed
  of　the　days　of　her　childhood：　she　saw　herself　again　in　Schonbrunn；
  she　saw　her　teacher　Gluck　enter　the　blue　music…room；　in　which　she
  with　her　sisters　used　to　wait　for　him；　she　saw　the　glowing
  countenance　of　her　mother；　the　great　Maria　Theresa；　entering　her
  room；　in　order　to　give　Gluck　a　proof　of　her　high　regard；　and　to
  announce　to　him　herself　that　Marie　Antoinette　had　betrothed　herself
  to　the　Dauphin　of　France；　and　that　she　would　soon　bid　her　teacher
  farewell；　in　order　to　enter　upon　her　new　and　brilliant　career。
  A　low　hum　in　the　theatre　awakened　the　queen　from　her　reveries；　she
  raised　herself　up　and　leaned　forward；　to　see　what　was　going　on。　Her
  glance；　which　was　directed　to　the　stage；　fell　upon　the　singer
  Clairval；　who　was　just　then　beginning　to　give；　with　his　wonderfully
  full　and　flexible　voice；　the　great　aria　in　which　the　friend　comes　to
  console　the　grief…burdened；　weeping　Queen　Alceste；　and　to　dry　her
  tears　by　assuring　her　of　the　love　of　her　faithful　adherents。
  Clairval　had　advanced　in　the　aria　to　that　celebrated　passage　which
  had　given　to　Marie　Antoinette　a　half　year　before　her　last　great
  triumph。　It　ran：
  〃Reine　infortunee；　ah！　que　ton　coeur　Ne　soit　plus　navre　de　douleur！
  Il　vous　reste　encore　des　amis！〃
  But　scarcely　had　Clairval　begun　the　first　strophe　when　the
  thundering　voice　of　Santerre　called；　〃None　of　that；　we　will　not　hear
  the　air！〃
  〃No；　we　will　not　hear　the　air！〃　shouted　hundreds　and　hundreds　of
  voices。
  〃Poor　Gluck；〃　whispered　Marie　Antoinette；　with　tears　in　her　eyes；
  〃because　they　hate　me；　they　will　not　even　hear　your　music！〃
  〃Sing　it；　sing　it！〃　shouted　hundreds　and　hundreds　of　voices　from　all
  parts　of　the　house。
  〃No；　do　not　sing　it！〃　roared　the　others；　〃we　will　not　hear　the　air。〃
  And　suddenly；　above　the　cries　of　the　contestants；　rose　a　loud；
  yelling　voice：
  〃I　forbid　the　singer　Clairval　ever　again　singing　this　air。　I　forbid
  it　in　the　name　of　the　people！〃
  It　was　Marat　who　spoke　these　words。　Standing　on　the　arm…chair　of　the
  Princess　de　Lamballe；　and　raising　his　long　arms；　and　directing　them
  threateningly　toward　the　stage；　he　turned　his　face；　aglow　with　hate
  and　evil；　toward　the　queen。
  Marie　Antoinette；　who　had　turned　her　head　in　alarm　in　the　direction
  whence　the　voice　proceeded；　met　with　her　searching　looks　the　eyes　of
  Marat；　which　were　fixed　upon　her　with　an　expression　equally　stern
  and　contemptuous。　She　shrank　back；　and；　as　if　in　deadly　pain；　put
  her　hand　to　her　heart。
  〃0　God！〃　she　whispered　to　herself；　〃that　is　no　man；　that　is　an
  infernal　demon；　who　has　risen　there　to　take　the　place　of　my　dear；
  sweet　Lamballe。　Ah；　the　good　spirit　is　gone；　and　the　demon　takes　its
  placethe　demon　which　will　destroy　us　all！〃
  〃Long　live　Marat！〃　roared　Santerre；　and　his　comrades。　〃Long　live
  Marat；　the　great　friend　of　the　people；　the　true　patriot！〃
  Marat　bowed　on　all　sides；　stepped　down　from　the　easy…chair；　and
  seated　himself　comfortably　in　it。
  Clairval　had　stopped　in　the　air；　pale；　confused；　and　terrified；　he
  had　withdrawn；　and　the　director　whispered　to　the　orchestra　and　the
  singers　to　begin　the　next　number。
  The　opera　went　on；　and　the　public　again　appeared　to　give　itself
  during　some　scenes　to　the　enjoyment　of　the　music。　But　soon　this
  short　quiet　was　to　be　disturbed　again。　One　of　the　singers；　Madame
  Dugazont；　a　zealous　royalist；　wanted　to　give　the　queen　a　little
  triumph；　and　show　her　that；　although　Clairval　had　been　silenced；　the
  love　and　veneration　of　Dugazont　were　still　alive　and　ready　to
  display　themselves。
  Singing　as　the　attendant　of　Alceste；　Dugazont　had　these　words　to
  give　in　her　part：　〃Ah！　comme　faime　la　reine；　comme　faime　ma
  maitresse！〃
  She　advanced　close　to　the　footlights；　and　turning　her　looks　toward
  the　royal　box；　and　bowing　low；　sang　the　words：　〃Comme　faime　la
  reine；　comme　j'aime　ma　maitresse！〃
  And　now；　as　if　this　had　been　the　battle…cry　of　a　new　contest；　a
  fearful　din；　a　raging　torrent　of　sound　began　through　the　whole
  house。　At　first　it　was　a　mixed　and　confused　mass　of　cries；　roars；
  hisses；　and　applause。　Now　and　then　single　voices　could　be　heard
  above　the　horrid　chaos　of　sounds。　〃We　want　no　queen！〃　shouted　some。
  〃We　want　no　mistress！〃　roared　others；　and　mingled　with　those　was　the
  contrary　cry；　〃Long　live　the　queen！　Long　live　our　mistress！〃
  〃Hi！〃　said　Marat；　full　of　delight；　twisting　his　bony　form　up　into
  all　kinds　of　knots〃　hi！　this　is　the　way　they　shout　in　hell。　Satan
  himself　would　like　this！〃
  More　and　more　horrible；　more　and　more　wild　became　the　cries　of　the
  rival　partisans。　Already　embittered　and　exasperated　faces　were
  confronting　each　other；　and　here　and　there　clinched　fists　were　seen；
  threatening　to　bring　a　shouting　neighbor　to　silence　by　the　use　of
  violence。
  The　queen；　trembling　in　every　limb；　had　let　her　head　fall
  powerlessly　on　her　breast；　in　order　that　no　one　might　see　the　tears
  which　ran　from　her　eyes　over　her　death…like　cheeks。
  〃0　God；〃　whispered　she；　〃we　are　lost；　hopelessly　lost；　for　not
  merely　our　enemies　injure　us；　and　bring　us　into　danger；　but　our
  friends　still　more。　Why　must　that　woman　turn　to　me　and　direct　her
  words　to　me？　She　wanted　to　give　me　a　triumph；　and　yet　she　has
  brought　me　a　new　humiliation。〃　Suddenly　she　shrank　back　and　raised
  he