remember.

.

." "I remember my promise," he said quietly.

"The day that the Scarlet Pimpernel and I meet on French soil, St.Just will be in the arms of his charming sister." "Which means that a brave man's blood will be on my hands," she said, with a shudder.
"His blood, or that of your brother.

Surely at the present moment you must hope, as I do, that the enigmatical Scarlet Pimpernel will start for Calais to-day--" "I am only conscious of one hope, citoyen." "And that is ?" "That Satan, your master, will have need of you elsewhere, before the sun rises to-day." "You flatter me, citoyenne." She had detained him for a while, mid-way down the stairs, trying to get at the thoughts which lay beyond that thin, fox-like mask.