Whatever the motive of the French actress had been in placing the passport at her disposal, Marguerite blessed her in her heart for it.

To the woman she had mistrusted, she would owe the last supreme happiness of her life.
Her resolution never once wavered.

Percy would not take her with him: that was understandable.

She could neither expect it nor think it.

But she, on the other hand, could not stay in England, at Blakeney Manor, whilst any day, any hour, the death-trap set by Chauvelin for the Scarlet Pimpernel might be closing upon the man whom she worshipped.