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the　shadow　of　ancient　monumental　oaks；　and　ivy…covered　towers　rear
their　stately　crowns　to　the　sky。〃

〃And　the　Scarlet　Pimpernel？　　Tell　me　about　him；　monsieur。〃

〃Ah；　mademoiselle；　what　can　I　tell　you　that　you　do　not　already
know？　　The　Scarlet　Pimpernel　is　a　man　who　has　devoted　his　entire
existence　to　the　benefit　of　suffering　mankind。　　He　has　but　one
thought；　and　that　is　for　those　who　need　him；　he　hears　but　one
sound　　the　cry　of　the　oppressed。〃

〃But　they　do　say；　monsieur；　that　philanthropy　plays　but　a　sorry
part　in　your　hero's　schemes。　　They　aver　that　he　looks　on　his　own
efforts　and　the　adventures　through　which　he　goes　only　in　the　light
of　sport。〃

〃Like　all　Englishmen；　mademoiselle；　the　Scarlet　Pimpernel　is　a
little　ashamed　of　sentiment。　　He　would　deny　its　very　existence
with　his　lips；　even　whilst　his　noble　heart　brimmed　over　with　it。
Sport？　Well！　mayhap　the　sporting　instinct　is　as　keen　as　that　of
charitythe　race　for　lives；　the　tussle　for　the　rescue　of　human
creatures；　the　throwing　of　a　life　on　the　hazard　of　a　die。〃

〃They　fear　him　in　France；　monsieur。　　He　has　saved　so　many　whose
death　had　been　decreed　by　the　Committee　of　Public　Safety。〃

〃Please　God；　he　will　save　many　yet。〃

〃Ah；　monsieur；　the　poor　little　boy　in　the　Temple　prison！〃

〃He　has　your　sympathy；　mademoiselle？〃

〃Of　every　right…minded　woman　in　France；　monsieur。　Oh！〃　she　added
with　a　pretty　gesture　of　enthusiasm；　clasping　her　hands　together；
and　looking　at　Armand　with　large　eyes　filled　with　tears；　〃if　your
noble　Scarlet　Pimpernel　will　do　aught　to　save　that　poor　innocent
lamb；　I　would　indeed　bless　him　in　my　heart；　and　help　him　with　all
my　humble　might　if　I　could。〃

〃May　God's　saints　bless　you　for　those　words；　mademoiselle；〃　he
said；　whilst；　carried　away　by　her　beauty；　her　charm；　her　perfect
femininity；　he　stooped　towards　her　until　his　knee　touched　the
carpet　at　her　feet。　　〃I　had　begun　to　lose　my　belief　in　my　poor
misguided　country；　to　think　all　men　in　France　vile；　and　all　women
base。　　I　could　thank　you　on　my　knees　for　your　sweet　words　of
sympathy；　for　the　expression　of　tender　motherliness　that　came　into
your　eyes　when　you　spoke　of　the　poor　forsaken　Dauphin　in　the
Temple。〃

She　did　not　restrain　her　tears；　with　her　they　came　very　easily；
just　as　with　a　child；　and　as　they　gathered　in　her　eyes　and　rolled
down　her　fresh　cheeks　they　iii　no　way　marred　the　charm　of　her
face。　　One　hand　lay　in　her　lap　fingering　a　diminutive　bit　of
cambric；　which　from　time　to　time　she　pressed　to　her　eyes。　　The
other　she　had　almost　unconsciously　yielded　to　Armand。

The　scent　of　the　violets　filled　the　room。　　It　seemed　to　emanate
from　her；　a　fitting　attribute　of　her　young；　wholly　unsophisticated
girlhood。　　The　citizen　was　goodly　to　look　at；　he　was　kneeling　at
her　feet；　and　his　lips　were　pressed　against　her　hand。

Armand　was　young　and　he　was　an　idealist。　　I　do　not　for　a　moment
imagine　that　just　at　this　moment　he　was　deeply　in　love。　　The
stronger　feeling　had　not　yet　risen　up　in　him；　it　came　later　when
tragedy　encompassed　him　and　brought　passion　to　sudden　maturity。
Just　now　he　was　merely　yielding　himself　up　to　the　intoxicating
moment；　with　all　the　abandonment；　all　the　enthusiasm　of　the　Latin
race。　There　was　no　reason　why　he　should　not　bend　the　knee　before
this　exquisite　little　cameo；　that　by　its　very　presence　was　giving
him　an　hour　of　perfect　pleasure　and　of　aesthetic　joy。

Outside　the　world　continued　its　hideous；　relentless　way；　men
butchered　one　another；　fought　and　hated。　　Here　in　this　small
old…world　salon；　with　its　faded　satins　and　bits　of　ivory…tinted
lace；　the　outer　universe　had　never　really　penetrated。　It　was　a
tiny　worldquite　apart　from　the　rest　of　mankind；　perfectly
peaceful　and　absolutely　beautiful。

If　Armand　had　been　allowed　to　depart　from　here　now；　without　having
been　the　cause　as　well　as　the　chief　actor　in　the　events　that
followed；　no　doubt　that　Mademoiselle　Lange　would　always　have
remained　a　charming　memory　with　him；　an　exquisite　bouquet　of
violets　pressed　reverently　between　the　leaves　of　a　favourite　book
of　poems；　and　the　scent　of　spring　flowers　would　in　after　years
have　ever　brought　her　dainty　picture　to　his　mind。

He　was　murmuring　pretty　words　of　endearment；　carried　away　by
emotion；　his　arm　stole　round　her　waist；　he　felt　that　if　another
tear　came　like　a　dewdrop　rolling　down　her　cheek　he　must　kiss　it
away　at　its　very　source。　　Passion　was　not　sweeping　them　off　their
feetnot　yet；　for　they　were　very　young；　and　life　had　not　as　yet
presented　to　them　its　most　unsolvable　problem。

But　they　yielded　to　one　another；　to　the　springtime　of　their　life；
calling　for　Love；　which　would　come　presently　hand　in　hand　with　his
grim　attendant；　Sorrow。

Even　as　Armand's　glowing　face　was　at　last　lifted　up　to　hers　asking
with　mute　lips　for　that　first　kiss　which　she　already　was　prepared
to　give；　there　came　the　loud　noise　of　men's　heavy　footsteps
tramping　up　the　old　oak　stairs；　then　some　shouting；　a　woman's　cry；
and　the　next　moment　Madame　Belhomme；　trembling；　wide…eyed；　and　in
obvious　terror；　came　rushing　into　the　room。

〃Jeanne！　　Jeanne！　　My　child！　　It　is　awful！　　It　is　awful！　　Mon
Dieumon　Dieu！　　What　is　to　become　of　us？〃

She　was　moaning　and　lamenting　even　as　she　ran　in；　and　now　she
threw　her　apron　over　her　face　and　sank　into　a　chair；　continuing
her　moaning　and　her　lamentations。

Neither　Mademoiselle　nor　Armand　had　stirred。　　They　remained　like
graven　images；　he　on　one　knee；　she　with　large　eyes　fixed　upon　his
face。　　They　had　neither　of　them　looked　on　the　old　woman；　they
seemed　even　now　unconscious　of　her　presence。　　But　their　ears　had
caught　the　sound　of　that　measured　tramp　of　feet　up　the　stairs　of
the　old　house；　and　the　halt　upon　the　landing；　they　had　heard　the
brief　words　of　command：

〃Open；　in　the　name　of　the　people！〃

They　knew　quite　well　what　it　all　meant；　they　had　not　wandered　so
far　in　the　realms　of　romance　that　realitythe　grim；　horrible
reality　of　the　momenthad　not　the　power　to　bring　them　back　to
earth。

That　peremptory　call　to　open　in　the　name　of　the　people　was　the
prologue　these　days　to　a　drama　which　had　but　two　concluding　acts：
arrest；　which　was　a　certainty；　the　guillotine；　which　was　more　than
probable。　　Jeanne　and　Armand；　these　two　young　people　who　but　a
moment　ago　had　tentatively　lifted　the　veil　of　life；　looked
straight　into　each　other's　eyes　and　saw　the　hand　of　death
interposed　between　them：　　they　looked　straight　into　each　other's
eyes　and　knew　that　nothing　but　the　hand　of　death　would　part　them
now。　　Love　had　come　with　its　attendant；　Sorrow；　but　he　had　come
with　no　uncertain　footsteps。　　Jeanne　looked　on　the　man　before　her；
and　he　bent　his　head　to　imprint　a　glowing　kiss　upon　her　hand。

〃Aunt　Marie！〃

It　was　Jeanne　Lange　who　spoke；　but　her　voice　was　no　longer　that　of
an　irresponsible　child；　it　was　firm；　steady　and　hard。　　Though　she
spoke　to　the　old　woman；　she　did　not　look　at　her；　her　luminous
brown　eyes　rested　on　the　bowed　head　of　Armand　St。　Just。

〃Aunt　Marie！〃　she　repeated　more　peremptorily；　for　the　old　woman；
with　her　apron　over　her　head；　was　still　moaning；　and　unconscious
of　all　save　an　overmastering　fear。

〃Open；　in　the　name　of　the　people！〃　came　in　a　loud　harsh　voice　once
more　from　the　other　side　of　the　front　door。

〃Aunt　Marie；　as　you　value　your　life　and　mine；　pull　yourself
together；〃　said　Jeanne　firmly。

〃What　shall　we　do？　　Oh！　what　shall　we　do？〃　moaned　Madame　Belhomme。
But　she　had　dragged　the　apron　away　from　her　face；　and　was　looking
with　some　puzzlement　at　meek；　gentle　little　Jeanne；　who　had
suddenly　become　so　strange；　so　dictatorial；　all　unlike　her
habitual　somewhat　diffident　self。

〃You　need　not　have　the　slightest　fear；　Aunt　Marie；　if　you　will
only　do　as　I　tell　you；〃　resumed　Jeanne　quietly；　〃if　you　give　way
to　fear；　we　are　all　of　us　undone。　　As　you　value　your　life　and
mine；〃　she　now　repeated　authoritatively；　〃pull　yourself　together；
and　do　as　I　tell　you。〃

The　girl's　firmness；　her　perfect　quietude　had　the　desired　effect。
Madame　Belhomme；　though　still　shaken　up　with　sobs　of　terror；　made
a　great　effort　to　master　herself；　she　stood　up；　smoothed　down　her
apron；　passed　her　hand　over　her　ruffled　hair；　and　said　in　a
quaking　voice：

〃What　do　you　think　we　had　better　do？〃

〃Go　quietly　to　the　door　and　open　it。〃

〃Butthe　soldiers〃

〃If　you　do　not　open　quietly　they　will　force　the　door　open　within
the　next　two　minutes；〃　interposed　Jeanne　calmly。　　〃Go　quietly　and
open　the　door。　　Try　and　hide　your　fears；　　grumble　in　an　audible
voice　at　being　interrupted　in　your　cooking；　and　tell　the　soldiers
at　once　that　they　will　find　mademoiselle　in　the　boudoir。　　Go；　for
God's　sake！〃　she　added；　whilst　suppressed　emotion　suddenly　made
her　young　voice　vibrate；　〃go；　before　they　break　open　that　door！〃

Madame　Belhomme；　impressed　and　cowed；　obeyed　like　an　automaton。
She　turned　and　marched　fairly　straight　out　of　the　room。　　It　was
not　a　minute　too　soon。　　From　outside　had　already　come　the　third
and　final　summons：

〃Open；　in　the　name　of　the　people！〃

After　that　a　crowbar　would　break　open　the　door。

Madame　Belhomme's　heavy　footsteps　were　heard　crossing　the
ante…chamber。　　Armand　still　knelt　at　Jeanne's　feet；　holding　her
trembling　little　hand　in　his。

〃A　love…scene；〃　she　whispered　rapidly；　〃a　love…scenequickdo
you　know　one？〃

And　even　as　he　had　tried　to　rise　she　held　him　hack；　down　on　his
knees。

He　thought　that　fear　was　making　her　distracted。

〃Mademoiselle〃　he　murmured；　trying　to　soothe　her。

〃Try　and　understand；〃　she　said　with　wonderful　calm；　〃and　do　as　I
tell　you。　Aunt　Marie　has　obeyed。　Will　you　do　likewise？〃

〃To　the　death！〃　he　whispered　eagerly。

〃Then　a　love…scene；〃　she　entreated。　　〃Surely　you　know　one。
Rodrigue　and　Chimene！　　Surelysurely；〃　　she　urged；　even　as　tears
of　anguish　rose　into　her　eyes；　〃you　mustyou　must；　or；　if　not
that；　something　else。　　Quick！　The　very　seconds　are　precious！〃

They　were　indeed！　　Madame　Belhomme；　obedient　as　a　frightened　dog；
had　gone　to　the　door　and　opened　it；　even　her　well…feigned
grumblings　could　now　be　heard　and　the　rough　interrogations　from
the　soldiery。

〃Citizeness　Lange！〃　said　a　gruff　voice。

〃In　her　boudoir；　quoi！〃

Madame　Belhomme；　braced　up　apparently　by　fear；　was　playing　her
pa