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Nay, man, replied the Prince, my lips are sealed! and the members of the league jealously guard the secret of their chief so his fair adorers have to be content with worshipping a shadow. Here in England, Monsieur, he added, with wonderful charm and dignity, we but name the Scarlet Pimpernel, and every fair cheek is suffused with a blush of enthusiasm. None have seen him save his faithful lieutenants. We know not if he be tall or short, fair or dark, handsome or ill-formed; but we know that he is the bravest gentleman in all the world, and we all feel a little proud, Monsieur, when we remember that he is an Englishman. Ah, Monsieur Chauvelin, added Marguerite, looking almost with defiance across at the placid, sphinx- like face of the Frenchman, His Royal Highness should add that we ladies think of him as of a hero of old we worship him we wear his badge we tremble for him when he is in danger, and exult with him in the hour of his victory. Chauvelin did no more than bow placidly both to the Prince and to Marguerite; he felt that both speeches were intendedeach in their wayto convey contempt or defiance. The pleasure-loving, idle Prince he despised: the beautiful woman, who in her golden hair wore a spray of small red flowers composed of rubies and diamondsher he held in the hollow of his hand: he could afford to remain silent and to wait events. A long, jovial, inane laugh broke the sudden silence which had fallen over everyone. And we poor husbands, came in slow, affected accents from gorgeous Sir Percy, we have to stand by while they worship a demmed shadow. Everyone laughedthe Prince more loudly than anyone. The tension of subdued excitement was relieved, and the next moment everyone was laughing and chatting merrily as the gay crowd broke up and dispersed in the adjoining rooms. |
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