"Ah! of course, you must have a leader.

And I did not think of that before! But tell me where is he?
I must go to him at once, and I and my children must throw ourselves at his feet, and thank him for all that he has done for us." "Alas, Madame!" said Lord Antony, "that is impossible." "Impossible ?--Why ?" "Because the Scarlet Pimpernel works in the dark, and his identity is only known under the solemn oath of secrecy to his immediate followers." "The Scarlet Pimpernel ?" said Suzanne, with a merry laugh.

"Why! what a droll name! What is the Scarlet Pimpernel, Monsieur ?" She looked at Sir Andrew with eager curiosity.

The young man's face had become almost transfigured.

His eyes shone with enthusiasm; hero-worship, love, admiration for his leader seemed literally to glow upon his face.