I guessed it, that is why I came: that is also why I sent a pleasant little note to the Committee of Public Safety, signed with the device they know so well: The Scarlet Pimpernel." "Well ?" "Well! the result is obvious.

Robespierre, Danton, Tinville, Merlin, and the whole of the demmed murderous crowd, will be busy looking after me--a needle in a haystack.

They'll put the abortive attempt down to me, and you may--_ma foi!_ I only suggest that you _may_ escape safely out of France--in the _Daydream,_ and with the help of your humble servant." "But in the meanwhile they'll discover you, and they'll not let you escape a second time." "My friend! if a terrier were to lose his temper, he never would run a rat to earth.

Now your Revolutionary Government has lost its temper with me, ever since I slipped through Chauvelin's fingers; they are blind with their own fury, whilst I am perfectly happy and cool as a cucumber.
My life has become valuable to me, my friend.

There is someone over the water now who weeps when I don't return--No! no! never fear--they'll not get The Scarlet Pimpernel this journey ..." He laughed, a gay, pleasant laugh, and his strong, firm face seemed to soften at thought of the beautiful wife, over in England, who was waiting anxiously for his safe return.
"And yet you'll not help us to rescue the Queen ?" rejoined Deroulede, with some bitterness.
"By every means in my power," replied Blakeney, "save the insane.