picture as she recalled it. The
other side seldom obtruded itself upon her memory--the long, black
nights--the chill, terrible jungle nights--the cold and damp and
discomfort of the rainy season--the hideous mouthings of the savage
carnivora as they prowled through the Stygian darkness beneath--the
constant menace of Sheeta, the panther, and Histah, the snake--the
stinging insects--the loathesome vermin. For, in truth, all these had
been outweighed by the happiness of the sunny days, the freedom of it
all, and, most, the companionship of Korak.

The man's thoughts were rather jumbled. He had suddenly realized that
he had come mighty near falling in love with this girl of whom he had
known nothing up to the previous moment when she had voluntarily
revealed a portion of her past to him. The more he thought upon the
matter the more evident it became to him that he had given her his
love--that he had been upon the verge of offering her his honorable
name. He trembled a little at the narrowness of his escape. Yet, he
still loved her. There was no objection to that according to the
ethics of the Hon. Morison Baynes and his kind. She was a meaner clay
than he. He could no more have taken her in marriage than he could
have taken one of her baboon friends, nor would she, of course, expect
such an offer from him. To have his love would be sufficient honor for
her--his name he would, naturally, bestow upon one in his own elevated
social sphere.

A girl who had consorted with apes, who, according to her own
admission, had lived almost naked among them, could have no
considerable sense of the finer qualities of virtue. The love that he
would offer her, then, would, far from offending her, probably cover
all that she might desire or expect.

The more the Hon. Morison Baynes thought upon the subject the more
fully convinced he became that he was contemplating a most chivalrous
and unselfish act. Europeans will better understand his point of view
than Americans, poor, benighted provincials, who are denied a true
appreciation of caste and of the fact that "the king can do no wrong."
He did not even have to argue the point that she would be much happier
amidst the luxuries of a London apartment, fortified as she would be by
both his love and his bank account, than lawfully wed to such a one as
her social position warranted. There was one question however, which
he wished to have definitely answered before he committed hi