Sport?
Well! mayhap the sporting instinct is as keen as that of charity--the race for lives, the tussle for the rescue of human creatures, the throwing of a life on the hazard of a die." "They fear him in France, monsieur.

He has saved so many whose death had been decreed by the Committee of Public Safety." "Please God, he will save many yet." "Ah, monsieur, the poor little boy in the Temple prison!" "He has your sympathy, mademoiselle ?" "Of every right-minded woman in France, monsieur.

Oh!" she added with a pretty gesture of enthusiasm, clasping her hands together, and looking at Armand with large eyes filled with tears, "if your noble Scarlet Pimpernel will do aught to save that poor innocent lamb, I would indeed bless him in my heart, and help him with all my humble might if I could." "May God's saints bless you for those words, mademoiselle," he said, whilst, carried away by her beauty, her charm, her perfect femininity, he stooped towards her until his knee touched the carpet at her feet.

"I had begun to lose my belief in my poor misguided country, to think all men in France vile, and all women base.

I could thank you on my knees for your sweet words of sympathy, for the expression of tender motherliness that came into your eyes when you spoke of the poor forsaken Dauphin in the Temple." She did not restrain her tears; with her they came very easily, just as with a child, and as they gathered in her eyes and rolled down her fresh cheeks they in no way marred the charm of her face.