Some hundred metres lower down, the new children's hospital, endowed by Citizen-Deputy Deroulede, loomed, white, clean, and comfortable-looking, amidst its more squalid fellows.
"I think it would be best not to sit down," suggested Blakeney, "and wiser for you to throw your hood away from your face." He seemed to have no fears for himself; many had said that he bore a charmed life; and yet ever since Admiral Hood had planted his flag on Toulon Arsenal, the English were more feared than ever, and The Scarlet Pimpernel more hated than most.
"You wished to speak to me about Paul Deroulede," he said kindly, seeing that the young girl was making desperate efforts to say what lay on her mind.

"He is my friend, you know." "Yes; that is why I wished to ask you a question," she replied.
"What is it ?" "Who is Juliette de Marny, and why did she seek an entrance into Paul's house ?" "Did she seek it, then ?" "Yes; I saw the scene from the balcony.

At the time it did not strike me as a farce.

I merely thought that she had been stupid and foolhardy.

But since then I have reflected.