Marguerite Blakeney had watched the slight sable-clad figure of Chauvelin, as he worked his way through the ball-room.Then perforce she had had to wait, while her nerves tingled with excitement.
Listlessly she sat in the small, still deserted boudoir, looking out through the curtained doorway on the dancing couples beyond: looking at them, yet seeing nothing, hearing the music, yet conscious of naught save a feeling of expectancy, of anxious, weary waiting.
Her mind conjured up before her the vision of what was, perhaps at this very moment, passing downstairs.The half-deserted dining-room, the fateful hour--Chauvelin on the watch!--then, precise to the moment, the entrance of a man, he, the Scarlet Pimpernel, the mysterious leader, who to Marguerite had become almost unreal, so strange, so weird was this hidden identity.
She wished she were in the supper-room, too, at this moment, watching him as he entered; she knew that her woman's penetration would at once recognise in the stranger's face--whoever he might be--that strong individuality which belongs to a leader of men--to a hero: to the mighty, high-soaring eagle, whose daring wings were becoming entangled in the ferret's trap.
Woman-like, she thought of him with unmixed sadness; the irony of that fate seemed so cruel which allowed the fearless lion to succumb to the gnawing of a rat! Ah! had Armand's life not been at stake!...
"Faith! your ladyship must have thought me very remiss," said a voice suddenly, close to her elbow."I had a deal of difficulty in delivering your message, for I could not find Blakeney anywhere at first..."Marguerite had forgotten all about her husband and her message to him; his very name, as spoken by Lord Fancourt, sounded strange and unfamiliar to her, so completely had she in the last five minutes lived her old life in the Rue de Richelieu again, with Armand always near her to love and protect her, to guard her from the many subtle intrigues which were forever raging in Paris in those days.
"I did find him at last," continued Lord Fancourt, "and gave him your message.He said that he would give orders at once for the horses to be put to.""Ah!" she said, still very absently, "you found my husband, and gave him my message?""Yes; he was in the dining-room fast asleep.I could not manage to wake him up at first.""Thank you very much," she said mechanically, trying to collect her thoughts.
"Will your ladyship honour me with the CONTREDANSE until your coach is ready?" asked Lord Fancourt.
"No, I thank you, my lord, but--and you will forgive me--Ireally am too tired, and the heat in the ball-room has become oppressive.""The conservatory is deliciously cool; let me take you there, and then get you something.You seem ailing, Lady Blakeney.""I am only very tired," she repeated wearily, as she allowed Lord Fancourt to lead her, where subdued lights and green plants lent coolness to the air.He got her a chair, into which she sank.This long interval of waiting was intolerable.Why did not Chauvelin come and tell her the result of his watch?
Lord Fancourt was very attentive.She scarcely heard what he said, and suddenly startled him by asking abruptly,--"Lord Fancourt, did you perceive who was in the dining-room just now besides Sir Percy Blakeney?""Only the agent of the French government, M.Chauvelin, equally fast asleep in another corner," he said."Why does your ladyship ask?""I know not...I...Did you notice the time when you were there?""It must have been about five or ten minutes past one....
I wonder what your ladyship is thinking about," he added, for evidently the fair lady's thoughts were very far away, and she had not been listening to his intellectual conversation.
But indeed her thoughts were not very far away: only one storey below, in this same house, in the dining-room where sat Chauvelin still on the watch.Had he failed? For one instant that possibility rose before as a hope--the hope that the Scarlet Pimpernel had been warned by Sir Andrew, and that Chauvelin's trap had failed to catch his bird; but that hope soon gave way to fear.Had he failed?
But then--Armand!
Lord Fancourt had given up talking since he found that he had no listener.He wanted an opportunity for slipping away; for sitting opposite to a lady, however fair, who is evidently not heeding the most vigorous efforts made for her entertainment, is not exhilarating, even to a Cabinet Minister.
"Shall I find out if your ladyship's coach is ready," he said at last, tentatively.
"Oh, thank you...thank you...if you would be so kind...Ifear I am but sorry company...but I am really tired...and, perhaps, would be best alone.
But Lord Fancourt went, and still Chauvelin did not come.Oh!
