Once, at the end of a lavish royal banquet, she noted that the tables were still heavily laden with food. In a moment of great charity, she suggested to her husband, Louis XVI, that they might give the leftovers to the peasants, and the remains of the banquet were spread out on the street below. As the starving Parisians clawed over each other to lick up the food, Marie, gazing out the window, remarked to Louis: ’How the peasants must love us. We are so good to them.’ But crawling on their hands and knees among the food scraps, the peasants spat out their hatred and vowed to have the monarchs’ heads.