During the whole of the twentieth of June, my father and mother seemed very busy and much agitated, but I did not know the reason. After dinner, they sent my brother and me into another room, and shut themselves up alone with my aunt. I have since learned that it was then that they communicated to my aunt their intention to escape. The following day, at half past ten, when we were all ready, my mother conducted us to the carriage in the middle of the court, which was exposing herself to great risk. Madame de Tourzel, my brother, and I got into the carriage; M. de Fersen was the coachman. To deceive anyone that might follow us, we drove about several streets. At last we returned to the Little Carousel, which is close to the Tuilleries. My brother was fast asleep in the bottom of the carriage, under the petticoats of Madame de Tourzel. There we remained waiting a full hour, ignorant of what was going on. When we got into the village, we heard alarming shouts of Stop! Stop! The postillions were seized, and in a moment the carriage was surrounded by a great crowd, some with arms and some with lights. They asked who we were. We answered, “Madame de Korff and her family.” They thrust their lights into the carriage, close to my father’s face, and insisted upon our alighting. We answered that we would not, that we were common travelers and had a right to get on. They repeated their orders to alight on pain of being put to death, and at that moment, all their guns were leveled at the carriage. We then alighted, and in crossing the street, six mounted dragoons passed us, but unfortunately they had no officer with them. If there had been, six resolute men would have intimidated them all, and might have saved the king.