"Lady Blakeney," he said at last, "God knows you have perplexed me, so that I do not know which way my duty lies.Tell me what you wish me to do.There are nineteen of us ready to lay down our lives for the Scarlet Pimpernel if he is in danger.""There is no need for lives just now, my friend," she said drily; "my wits and four swift horses will serve the necessary purpose.But I must know where to find him.See," she added, while her eyes filled with tears, "I have humbled myself before you, I have owned my fault to you; shall I also confess my weakness?--My husband and I have been estranged, because he did not trust me, and because Iwas too blind to understand.You must confess that the bandage which he put over my eyes was a very thick one.Is it small wonder that Idid not see through it? But last night, after I led him unwittingly into such deadly peril, it suddenly fell from my eyes.If you will not help me, Sir Andrew, I would still strive to save my husband.Iwould still exert every faculty I possess for his sake; but I might be powerless, for I might arrive too late, and nothing would be left for you but lifelong remorse, and...and...for me, a broken heart.""But, Lady Blakeney," said the young man, touched by the gentle earnestness of this exquisitely beautiful woman, "do you know that what you propose doing is man's work?--you cannot possibly journey to Calais alone.You would be running the greatest possible risks to yourself, and your chances of finding your husband now--where I to direct you ever so carefully--are infinitely remote.
"Oh, I hope there are risks!" she murmured softly, "I hope there are dangers, too!--I have so much to atone for.But I fear you are mistaken.Chauvelin's eyes are fixed upon you all, he will scarce notice me.Quick, Sir Andrew!--the coach is ready, and there is not a moment to be lost....I MUST get to him! I MUST!" she repeated with almost savage energy, "to warn him that that man is on his track....Can't you see--can't you see, that I MUST get to him...even...even if it be too late to save him...at least...
to be by his side...at the least."
"Faith, Madame, you must command me.Gladly would I or any of my comrades lay down our lives for our husband.If you WILL go yourself...""Nay, friend, do you not see that I would go mad if I let you go without me." She stretched out her hand to him."You WILL trust me?""I await your orders," he said simply.
"Listen, then.My coach is ready to take me to Dover.Do you follow me, as swiftly as horses will take you.We meet at nightfall at `The Fisherman's Rest.' Chauvelin would avoid it, as he is known there, and I think it would be the safest.I will gladly accept your escort to Calais...as you say, I might miss Sir Percy were you to direct me ever so carefully.We'll charter a schooner at Dover and cross over during the night.Disguised, if you will agree to it, as my lacquey, you will, I think, escape detection.""I am entirely at your service, Madame," rejoined the young man earnestly."I trust to God that you will sight the DAY DREAMbefore we reach Calais.With Chauvelin at his heels, every step the Scarlet Pimpernel takes on French soil is fraught with danger.""God grant it, Sir Andrew.But now, farewell.We meet to-night at Dover! It will be a race between Chauvelin and me across the Channel to-night--and the prize--the life of the Scarlet Pimpernel."He kissed her hand, and then escorted her to her chair.Aquarter of an hour later she was back at the "Crown" inn, where her coach and horses were ready and waiting for her.The next moment they thundered along the London streets, and then straight on to the Dover road at maddening speed.
She had no time for despair now.She was up and doing and had no leisure to think.With Sir Andrew Ffoulkes as her companion and ally, hope had once again revived in her heart.
God would be merciful.He would not allow so appalling a crime to be committed, as the death of a brave man, through the hand of a woman who loved him, and worshipped him, and who would gladly have died for his sake.
Marguerite's thoughts flew back to him, the mysterious hero, whom she had always unconsciously loved, when his identity was still unknown to her.Laughingly, in the olden days, she used to call him the shadowy king of her heart, and now she had suddenly found that this enigmatic personality whom she had worshipped, and the man who loved her so passionately, were one and the same: what wonder that one or two happier Visions began to force their way before her mind? She vaguely wondered what she would say to him when first they would stand face to face.
She had had so many anxieties, so much excitement during the past few hours, that she allowed herself the luxury of nursing these few more hopeful, brighter thoughts.Gradually the rumble of the coach wheels, with its incessant monotony, acted soothingly on her nerves: her eyes, aching with fatigue and many shed and unshed tears, closed involuntarily, and she fell into a troubled sleep.