I am only a poor actress, and the Government takes no heed of us mimes.
Men must be amused, even between the intervals of killing one another.
Indeed, indeed, I should be far safer here now, waiting quietly for awhile, while you make preparations to go...

My hasty departure at this moment would bring disaster on us both." There was logic in what she said.

And yet how could he leave her?
now that he had found this perfect woman--this realisation of his highest ideals, how could he go and leave her in this awful Paris, with brutes like Heron forcing their hideous personality into her sacred presence, threatening that very life he would gladly give his own to keep inviolate?
"Listen, sweetheart," he said after awhile, when presently reason struggled back for first place in his mind.

"Will you allow me to consult with my chief, with the Scarlet Pimpernel, who is in Paris at the present moment?
I am under his orders; I could not leave France just now.

My life, my entire person are at his disposal.