"And St.Just...and others..."
"My brother!" she said with a heart-broken sob of anguish.
"Heaven help me, but I fear I had forgotten.""Fugitives as they are, these men at this moment await with perfect confidence and unshaken faith the arrival of the Scarlet Pimpernel, who has pledged his honour to take them safely across the Channel.
Indeed, she had forgotten! With the sublime selfishness of a woman who loves with her whole heart, she had in the last twenty-four hours had no thought save for him.His precious, noble life, his danger--he, the loved one, the brave hero, he alone dwelt in her mind.
"My brother!" she murmured, as one by one the heavy tears gathered in her eyes, as memory came back to her of Armand, the companion and darling of her childhood, the man for whom she had committed the deadly sin, which had so hopelessly imperilled her brave husband's life.
"Sir Percy Blakeney would not be the trusted, honoured leader of a score of English gentlemen," said Sir Andrew, proudly, "if he abandoned those who placed their trust in him.As for breaking his word, the very thought is preposterous!"There was silence for a moment or two.Marguerite had buried her face in her hands, and was letting the tears slowly trickle through her trembling fingers.The young man said nothing; his heart ached for this beautiful woman in her awful grief.All along he had felt the terrible IMPASSE in which her own rash act had plunged them all.He knew his friend and leader so well, with his reckless daring, his mad bravery, his worship of his own word of honour.Sir Andrew knew that Blakeney would brave any danger, run the wildest risks sooner than break it, and with Chauvelin at his very heels, would make a final attempt, however desperate, to rescue those who trusted in him.
"Faith, Sir Andrew," said Marguerite at last, making brave efforts to dry her tears, "you are right, and I would not now shame myself by trying to dissuade him from doing his duty.As you say, Ishould plead in vain.God grant him strength and ability," she added fervently and resolutely, "to outwit his pursuers.He will not refuse to take you with him, perhaps, when he starts on his noble work;between you, you will have cunning as well as valour! God guard you both! In the meanwhile I think we should lose no time.I still believe that his safety depends upon his knowing that Chauvelin is on his track.""Undoubtedly.He has wonderful resources at his command.As soon as he is aware of his danger he will exercise more caution: his ingenuity is a veritable miracle.""Then, what say you to a voyage of reconnaissance in the village whilst I wait here against his coming!--You might come across Percy's track and thus save valuable time.If you find him, tell him to beware!--his bitterest enemy is on his heels!""But this is such a villainous hole for you to wait in.""Nay, that I do not mind!--But you might ask our surly host if he could let me wait in another room, where I could be safer from the prying eyes of any chance traveller.Offer him some ready money, so that he should not fail to give me word the moment the tall Englishman returns."She spike quite calmly, even cheerfully now, thinking out her plans, ready for the worst if need be; she would show no more weakness, she would prove herself worthy of him, who was about to give his life for the sake of his fellow-men.
