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could scarce refrain from laughing through her tears.

But later on in the night, milor⁠—her milor, as she soon got to call him⁠—came and talked so beautifully that she, poor girl, felt as if no music could ever sound quite so sweetly in her ear.

That was two days ago, and since then milor had often talked to her in the lonely, abandoned house, and Yvonne had felt as if she dwelt in Heaven. She still took blind papa and the boys out to beg in the streets, but in the morning she prepared some hot coffee for the English aristocrats, and in the evening she cooked them some broth. Oh! they gave her money lavishly; but she quite understood that they were in hiding, though what they had to fear, being English, she could not understand.

And now milor⁠—her milor⁠—was telling her that these Englishmen, her friends, were spies and traitors, and that it was her duty to tell citizen Robespierre and the Committee of Public Safety all about them and their mysterious doings. And poor Yvonne was greatly puzzled and deeply distressed, because, of course, whatever milor said, that was the truth; and yet her conscience cried out within her poor little bosom, and the thought of betraying those kind Englishmen was horrible to her.

“Yvonne,” whispered milor in that endearing voice of his, which was like the loveliest music in her ear, “my little Yvonne, you do trust me, do you not?”

“With all my heart, milor,” she murmured fervently.

“Then, would you believe it of me that I would betray a real friend?”

“I believe, milor, that whatever you do is right and good.”

A sigh of infinite relief escaped his lips.

“Come, that’s better!” he said, patting her cheek kindly with his hand. “Now, listen to me, little one. He who is the chief among us here is the most unscrupulous and daring rascal whom the world has ever known. He it is who is called the ‘Scarlet Pimpernel!’ ”

“The Scarlet Pimpernel!” murmured Yvonne, her eyes dilated with superstitious awe, for she too had heard of the mysterious Englishman and of his followers, who rescued aristocrats and traitors from the death to which the tribunal of the people had justly condemned them, and on whom the mighty hand of the Committee of Public Safety had never yet been able to fall.

“This Scarlet Pimpernel,” said milor earnestly after a while, “is also mine own most relentless enemy. With lies and promises he induced me to join him in his work of spying and of treachery, forcing me to do this work against which my whole soul rebels. You can save me from this hated bondage, little one. You can make me free to live again, make me free to love and place my love at your feet.”

His voice had become exquisitely tender, and his lips, as he whispered the heavenly words, were quite close to her ear. He, a great gentleman, loved the miserable little waif whose kindred consisted of a blind father and two half-starved little brothers, and whose only home was this miserable hovel, whence milor’s graciousness and bounty would soon take her.

Do you think that Yvonne’s sense of right and wrong, of honesty and treachery, should have been keener than that primeval instinct of a simple-hearted woman to throw herself trustingly into the arms of the man who has succeeded in winning her love?

Yvonne, subdued, enchanted, murmured still through her tears:

“What would milor have me do?”

Lord Kulmsted rose from his knees satisfied.

“Listen to me, Yvonne,” he said. “You are acquainted with the Englishman’s plans, are you not?”

“Of course,” she replied simply. “He has had to trust me.”

“Then you know that at sundown this afternoon I and the three others are to leave for Courbevoie on foot, where we are to obtain what horses we can whilst awaiting the chief.”

“I did not know whither you and the other three gentlemen were going, milor,” she replied; “but I did know that some of you were to make a start at four o’clock, whilst I was to wait here for your leader and prepare some supper against his coming.”

“At what time did he tell you that he would come?”

“He did not say; but he did tell me that when he returns he will have friends with him⁠—a lady and two little children. They will be hungry and cold. I believe that they are in great danger now, and that the brave English gentleman means to take them away from this awful Paris to a place of safety.”

“The brave English gentleman, my dear,” retorted milor, with a sneer, “is bent on some horrible work of spying. The lady and the two children are, no doubt, innocent tools in his hands, just as I am, and when he no longer needs them he will deliver them over to the Committee of Public Safety, who will, of a surety, condemn them to death. That will also be my fate, Yvonne, unless you help me now.”

“Oh, no, no!” she exclaimed fervently. “Tell me what to do, milor, and I will do it.”

“At sundown,” he said, sinking his voice so low that even she could scarcely hear, “when I and the three others have started on our way, go straight to the house I spoke to you about in the Rue Dauphine⁠—you know where it is?”

“Oh, yes, milor.”

“You will know the house by its tumbledown portico and the tattered red flag that surmounts it. Once there, push the door open and walk in boldly. Then ask to speak with citizen Robespierre.”

“Robespierre?” exclaimed the child in terror.

“You must not be afraid, Yvonne,” he said earnestly; “you must think of me and of what you are doing for me. My word on it⁠—Robespierre will listen to you most kindly.”

“What shall I tell him?” she murmured.

“That a mysterious party of Englishmen are in hiding in this house⁠—that their chief is known among them as the Scarlet Pimpernel. The rest leave to Robespierre’s discretion. You see how simple it is?”

It was indeed very simple! Nor

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