There was a need for secrecy. The newspapers nominated lovers for her – Louvet, often. Until now she’s reacted with public scorn; have they no arguments, have they not even a higher form of wit? (In private, though, these skits and squibs brought her near to tears; she asked herself why she was meted out the same treatment as that peculiar, wild young woman Théroigne, the same treatment – when she thought about it – as the Capet woman used to get.)
