"Think you that all your bolts and bars, the ingenuity of yourself and your colleagues, the collaboration of the devil himself, would succeed in outwitting the Scarlet Pimpernel, now that his purpose will be to try and drag ME from out your clutches." She felt hopeful and proud.

Now that she had the pure air of heaven in her lungs, that from afar she could smell the sea, and could feel that perhaps in a straight line of vision from where she stood, the "Day-Dream" with Sir Percy on board, might be lying out there in the roads, it seemed impossible that he should fail in freeing her and those poor people--an old man and two children--whose lives depended on her own.
But Chauvelin only laughed a dry, sarcastic laugh and said: "Hm! perhaps not!...

It of course will depend on you and your personality...

your feelings in such matters...

and whether an English gentleman likes to save his own skin at the expense of others." Marguerite shivered as if from cold.
"Ah! I see," resumed Chauvelin quietly, "that your ladyship has not quite grasped the position.