eleven o'clock
`` You have come very early , sir ; could you not delay a little ? '' When Samson denied her request , Marie Antoinette put on her calm , cold manner . She drank , without resistance , a cup of chocolate which was brought to her ; she remained possessed , and wore her wonted air of dignity as they bound her hands behind her with thick cords . At eleven o'clock she left her room , passed through the corridor , and ascended the car , which was waiting for her before the prison door . No one accompanied her , no one bade her a last farewell , not a look of pity or compassion was bestowed upon her by her keepers . Alone , between the rows of gens d'armes that were placed along the sides of the corridor , the queen advanced , Samson walking behind her , carrying the end of the rope with which the queen 's hands were bound , and behind him his two assistants and the priest . This is the retinue of the queen , the daughter of an emperor , on the way to her execution !