If you’re a member of my family, you’ve learned to run when you hear the words “Scarlet Pimpernel.” Not only have I read the book more times than I’ve bothered to count, but for a while I was watching the 1934 film adaptation several times a year. At one point, I could clear a room just by waving the VHS tape in the air. Even now, with my obsession noticeably cooled, my parents…