unchivalrous delight in picturing your desire and resolve to go back
eventually to your native jungle. I was sorry afterward, for it did
seem to cause her real anguish to contemplate the awful dangers to
which you wished to return. "And yet," she said, "I do not know.
There are more unhappy fates than the grim and terrible jungle presents
to Monsieur Tarzan. At least his conscience will be free from remorse.
And there are moments of quiet and restfulness by day, and vistas of
exquisite beauty. You may find it strange that I should say it, who
experienced such terrifying experiences in that frightful forest, yet
at times I long to return, for I cannot but feel that the happiest
moments of my life were spent there."

There was an expression of ineffable sadness on her face as she spoke,
and I could not but feel that she knew that I knew her secret, and that
this was her way of transmitting to you a last tender message from a
heart that might still enshrine your memory, though its possessor
belonged to another.

Clayton appeared nervous and ill at ease while you were the subject of
conversation. He wore a worried and harassed expression. Yet he was
very kindly in his expressions of interest in you. I wonder if he
suspects the truth about you?

Tennington came in with Clayton. They are great friends, you know. He
is about to set out upon one of his interminable cruises in that yacht
of his, and was urging the entire party to accompany him. Tried to
inveigle me into it, too. Is thinking of circumnavigating Africa this
time. I told him that his precious toy would take him and some of his
friends to the bottom of the ocean one of these days if he didn't get
it out of his head that she was a liner or a battleship.

I returned to Paris day before yesterday, and yesterday I met the Count
and Countess de Coude at the races. They inquired after you. De Coude
really seems quite fond of you. Doesn't appear to harbor the least ill
will. Olga is as beautiful as ever, but a trifle subdued. I imagine
that she learned a lesson through her acquaintance with you that will
serve her in good stead during the balance of her life. It is
fortunate for her, and for De Coude as well, that it was you and not
another man more sophisticated.

Had you really paid court to Olga's heart I am afraid that there would
have been no hope for either of you.

She asked me to tell you that Nikolas had left France. She paid him
twenty t