"Oh, we have no fear now! You don't know, CHERIE, that that great and noble Scarlet Pimpernel himself has gone to save papa. He has gone, CHERIE. . .actually gone. . ." added Suzanne excitedly, "He was in London this morning; he will be in Calais, perhaps, to-morrow. . .where he will meet papa. . .and then. . .and then. . ."The blow had fallen. She had expected it all along, though she had tried for the last half-hour to delude herself and to cheat her fears. He had gone to Calais, had been in London this morning. . .he. . .the Scarlet Pimpernel. . .Percy Blakeney. . .her husband. . .whom she had betrayed last night to Chauvelin.
Percy. . .Percy. . .her husband. . .the Scarlet Pimpernel. . .
Oh! how could she have been so blind? She understood it all now--all at once. . .that part he played--the mask he wore. . .in order to throw dust in everybody's eyes.
