a fit of pique, turning her head away.
Andre couldn''t help but smile, "Then I will do my best to live up to his image. But now, we should return to the dining table. Your family is getting worried."
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Several days later, one evening, Edith was assisting Lucile Desmoulins in revising the manuscripts for publication when she was unexpectedly asked, "Would you like to meet Madame Roland?"
"Citizeness Roland! Can I really go to her salon?" exclaimed Edith with delight.
Till they entered the drawing room of her idol, the young girl was still feeling kind of mellow.
Madame Roland approached them with confident and graceful strides.
To be honest, this "uncrowned queen of the Girondins" was not as exquisitely beautiful as Edith had seen in the pictorials, but more charming in her every move.
Madame Roland was buxom, her forehead full, looked resolute with her rich brown eyebrows and hair, yet a reassuring smile always lifted the corner of her mouth.
"This is Edith Travis, my young friend. Her brother is Citizen Philippe Percy, deputy in the National Convention," Lucile introduced her to Madame Roland.
"Edith Travis," Madame Roland smiled as she pronounced the name. "I have heard of you, cherie. They call you ''Lady Liberty,'' don''t they?"
Edith smiled sheepishly as she recalled her triumphant moment on Bastille Day.
Her idol took her by the hand, sat down together at a small table on the side.
Around the long table and on the sofas sat elite figures from various factions. Since the issue of dealing with the former king had recently become a focus, the debate of these men was particularly heated.
Madame Roland noticed Edith''s rapt attention to the conversations taking place in the centre, reaching out across the table towards her.
"I can see that you and I share similar experience, right? My young lady. I possess unfortunately more wit than my husband and these men present. Yet while they deliver their harangues, I must constantly hold my tongue to prevent the thoughts and opinions surging in my breast from pouring out. Alas, for women like us with intelligence and knowledge, is it luck or affliction to be born in this era?"