s hour had come.
All her sympathies were more and more inclining to the side of Conde and the people.
Orleans was her own hereditary city.
Her father, as was his custom in great emergencies, declared that he was very ill and must go to bed immediately; but it was as easy for her to be strong as it was for him to be weak; so she wrung from him a reluctant plenipotentiary power; she might go herself and try what her influence could do. And so she rode forth from Paris, one fine morning, March 27, 1652,--rode with a few attendants, half in enthusiasm, half in levity, aiming to become a second Joan of Arc, secure the city, and save the nation.
I felt perfectly delighted, says the young girl, at having to play so extraordinary a part.
The people of Paris had heard of her mission, and cheered her as she went.
The officers of the army, with an escort of five hundred men, met her half-way from Paris.
Most of them evidently knew her calibre, were delighted to see her, and installed her