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The Laughing Cavalier

By Baroness Orczy.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint An Apology The Laughing Cavalier The Prologue I: New Year’s Eve II: The Fracas by the Postern Gate III: An Interlude IV: Watch-Night V: Brother and Sister VI: The Counsels of Prudence VII: Three Philosophers and Their Friends VIII: The Lodgings Which Were Paid For IX: The Painter of Pictures X: The Laughing Cavalier XI: The Bargain XII: The Portrait XIII: The Spanish Wench XIV: After Evensong XV: The Halt at Bennebrock XVI: Leyden XVII: An Understanding XVIII: The Start XIX: In the Kingdom of the Night XX: Back Again in Haarlem XXI: A Grief-Stricken Father XXII: A Double Pledge XXIII: A Spy from the Camp XXIV: The Birth of Hate XXV: An Arrant Knave XXVI: Back to Houdekerk XXVII: Thence to Rotterdam XXVIII: Check XXIX: Check Again XXX: A Nocturne XXXI: The Molens XXXII: A Run Through the Night XXXIII: The Captive Lion XXXIV: Protestations XXXV: The Witness for the Defence XXXVI: Brother Philosophers XXXVII: Dawn XXXVIII: The Hour XXXIX: “Sauve Qui Peut” XL: The Loser Pays XLI: “Vengeance Is Mine” XLII: The Fight in the Doorway XLIII: Leyden Once More XLIV: Blake of Blakeney XLV: The End Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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An Apology

Does it need one?

If so it must also come from those members of the Blakeney family in whose veins runs the blood of that Sir Percy Blakeney who is known to history as the Scarlet Pimpernel⁠—for they in a manner are responsible for the telling of this veracious chronicle.

For the past eight years now⁠—ever since the true story of The Scarlet Pimpernel was put on record by the present author⁠—these gentle, kind, inquisitive friends have asked me to trace their descent back to an ancestor more remote than was Sir Percy, to one in fact who by his life and by his deeds stands forth from out the distant past as a conclusive proof that the laws which govern the principles of heredity are as unalterable as those that rule the destinies of the universe. They have pointed out to me that since Sir Percy Blakeney’s was an exceptional personality, possessing exceptional characteristics which his friends pronounced sublime and his detractors arrogant⁠—he must have had an ancestor in the dim long ago who was, like him, exceptional, like him possessed of qualities which call forth the devotion of friends and the rancour of enemies. Nay, more! there must have existed at one time or another a man who possessed that same sunny disposition, that same irresistible laughter, that same careless insouciance and adventurous spirit which were subsequently transmitted to his descendants, of whom the Scarlet Pimpernel himself was the most distinguished individual.

All these were unanswerable arguments, and with the request that accompanied them I had long intended to comply. Time has been my only enemy in thwarting my intentions until now⁠—time and the multiplicity of material and documents to be gone through ere vague knowledge could be turned into certitude.

Now at last I am in a position to present not only to the Blakeneys themselves, but to all those who look on the Scarlet Pimpernel as their hero and their friend⁠—the true history of one of his most noted forebears.

Strangely enough his history has never been written before. And yet countless millions must during the past three centuries have stood before his picture; we of the present generation, who are the proud possessors of that picture now, have looked on him many a time, always with sheer, pure joy in our hearts, our lips smiling, our eyes sparkling in response to his; almost forgetting the genius of the artist who portrayed him in the very realism of the personality which literally seems to breathe and palpitate and certainly to laugh to us out of the canvas.

Those twinkling eyes! how well we know them! that laugh! we can almost hear it; as for the swagger, the devil-may-care arrogance, do we not condone it, seeing that it has its mainspring behind a fine straight brow whose noble, sweeping lines betray an undercurrent of dignity and of thought.

And yet no biographer has⁠—so far as is known to the author of this veracious chronicle⁠—ever attempted to tell us anything of this man’s life, no one has attempted hitherto to lift the veil of anonymity which only thinly hides the identity of the Laughing Cavalier.

But here in Haarlem⁠—in the sleepy, yet thriving little town where he lived, the hard-frozen ground in winter seems at times to send forth a memory-echo of his firm footstep, of the jingling of his spurs, and the clang of his sword, and the old gate of the Spaarne through which he passed so often is still haunted with the sound of his merry laughter, and his