," she said after a while, "tell me, where are my Lords Tony
and Hastings?"

"At Calais, madam," he replied. "I saw them there on my way hither.
They had delivered the Dauphin safely into the hands of his adherents at
Mantes, and were awaiting Blakeney's further orders, as he had commanded
them to do."

"Will they wait for us there, think you?"

"For us, Lady Blakeney?" he exclaimed in puzzlement.

"Yes, for us, Sir Andrew," she replied, whilst the ghost of a smile
flitted across her drawn face; "you had thought of accompanying me to
Paris, had you not?"

"But Lady Blakeney--"

"Ah! I know what you would say, Sir Andrew. You will speak of dangers,
of risks, of death, mayhap; you will tell me that I as a woman can do
nothing to help my husband--that I could be but a hindrance to him, just
as I was in Boulogne. But everything is so different now. Whilst those
brutes planned his capture he was clever enough to outwit them, but now
they have actually got him, think you they'll let him escape? They'll
watch him night and day, my friend, just as they watched the unfortunate
Queen; but they'll not keep him months, weeks, or even days in
prison--even Chauvelin now will no longer attempt to play with the
Scarlet Pimpernel. They have him, and they will hold him until such time
as they take him to the guillotine."

Her voice broke in a sob; her self-control was threatening to leave her.
She was but a woman, young and passionately in love with the man who
was about to die an ignominious death, far away from his country, his
kindred, his friends.

"I cannot let him die alone, Sir Andrew; he will be longing for me,
and--and, after all, there is you, and my Lord Tony, and Lord Hastings
and the others; surely--surely we are not going to let him die, not like
that, and not alone."

"You are right, Lady Blakeney," said Sir Andrew earnestly; "we are not
going to let him die, if human agency can do aught to save him. Already
Tony, Hastings and I have agreed to return to Paris. There are one or
two hidden places in and around the city known only to Percy and to
the members of the League where he must find one or more of us if he
succeeds in getting away. All the way between Paris and Calais we have
places of refuge, places where any of us can hide at a given moment;
where we can find disguises when we want them, or horses in an
emergency. No! no! we are not going to despair, Lady Blakeney; there are
nineteen of us prepared to la