I remember my last conversation with my dear husband. It felt so strangely awkward. His plans of sailing to France confused me, and while he talked, I did not listen. I was only concentrating on him, staring into his dear face and wondering about if he still had any love left for me at all. I scarcely noticed the cold wind of the port as it cooled my spine. The flood of tears that gushed down my cheeks could not be restrained; the thought of saying goodbye was excruciating. Now it’s worse! I fear that knowing my husband is the Scarlet Pimpernel will alter our relationship once and for all. I only wish that I could say sorry, and hope with all my heart that I will set eyes on my brave, brave husband once more.
“La! Don’t be daft, man!” I sarcastically thought, as Chauvelin attempted to bribe me to wilfully help him trap the Scarlet Pimpernel. If I only could travel back into time and say no, or better yet have turned my back and left, perhaps my husband, Sir Percy, still might have a chance. The thought of my darling husband going under the guillotine is unbearable. It chills me to the bone, and I couldn’t be angrier at my own self for complying and carrying out Chauvelin’s demands. And now my husband’s AND brother’s lives are in jeopardy. Wondering if or how I