RokoffspieduponTarzanalmostconstantly，waitingforthetimethatheshouldcallattheDeCoudepalaceatnight，butinthishewasdoomedtodisappointment。OnseveraloccasionsTarzanaccompaniedthecountesstoherhomeaftertheopera，butheinvariablyleftherattheentrance——muchtothedisgustofthelady’sdevotedbrother。
　　FindingthatitseemedimpossibletotrapTarzanthroughanyvoluntaryactofhisown，RokoffandPaulvitchputtheirheadstogethertohatchaplanthatwouldtraptheape—maninallthecircumstantialevidenceofacompromisingposition。
　　FordaystheywatchedthepapersaswellasthemovementsofDeCoudeandTarzan。Atlengththeywererewarded。
　　AmorningpapermadebriefmentionofasmokerthatwastobegivenonthefollowingeveningbytheGermanminister。
　　DeCoude’snamewasamongthoseoftheinvitedguests。
　　Ifheattendedthismeantthathewouldbeabsentfromhishomeuntilaftermidnight。
　　OnthenightofthebanquetPaulvitchwaitedatthecurbbeforetheresidenceoftheGermanminister，wherehecouldscanthefaceofeachguestthatarrived。HehadnotlongtowaitbeforeDeCoudedescendedfromhiscarandpassedhim。
　　Thatwasenough。Paulvitchhastenedbacktohisquarters，whereRokoffawaitedhim。Theretheywaiteduntilaftereleven，thenPaulvitchtookdownthereceiveroftheirtelephone。
　　Hecalledanumber。
　　"TheapartmentsofLieutenantD’Arnot？"heasked，whenhehadobtainedhisconnection。
　　"AmessageforMonsieurTarzan，ifhewillbesokindastosteptothetelephone。"
　　Foraminutetherewassilence。
　　"MonsieurTarzan？"
　　"Ah，yes，monsieur，thisisFrancois——intheserviceoftheCountessdeCoude。PossiblymonsieurdoespoorFrancoisthehonortorecallhim——yes？
　　"Yes，monsieur。Ihaveamessage，anurgentmessagefromthecountess。Sheasksthatyouhastentoheratonce——sheisintrouble，monsieur。
　　"No，monsieur，poorFrancoisdoesnotknow。ShallI
　　tellmadamethatmonsieurwillbehereshortly？
　　"Thankyou，monsieur。ThegoodGodwillblessyou。"
　　PaulvitchhungupthereceiverandturnedtogrinatRokoff。
　　"Itwilltakehimthirtyminutestogetthere。IfyoureachtheGermanminister’sinfifteen，DeCoudeshouldarriveathishomeinaboutforty—fiveminutes。Italldependsuponwhetherthefoolwillremainfifteenminutesafterhefindsthatatrickhasbeenplayeduponhim;butunlessIammistakenOlgawillbeloathtolethimgoinsoshortatimeasthat。HereisthenoteforDeCoude。Hasten！"
　　PaulvitchlostnotimeinreachingtheGermanminister’s。
　　Atthedoorhehandedthenotetoafootman。"ThisisfortheCountdeCoude。Itisveryurgent。Youmustseethatitisplacedinhishandsatonce，"andhedroppedapieceofsilverintothewillinghandoftheservant。Thenhereturnedtohisquarters。
　　AmomentlaterDeCoudewasapologizingtohishostashetoreopentheenvelope。Whathereadlefthisfacewhiteandhishandtrembling。
　　MONSIEURLECOUNTDECOUDE:
　　Onewhowishestosavethehonorofyournametakesthismeanstowarnyouthatthesanctityofyourhomeisthisminuteinjeopardy。
　　Acertainmanwhoformonthshasbeenaconstantvisitorthereduringyourabsenceisnowwithyourwife。Ifyougoatoncetoyourcountess’boudoiryouwillfindthemtogether。
　　AFRIEND。
　　TwentyminutesafterPaulvitchhadcalledTarzan，RokoffobtainedaconnectionwithOlga’sprivateline。Hermaidansweredthetelephonewhichwasinthecountess’boudoir。
　　"Butmadamehasretired，"saidthemaid，inanswertoRokoff’srequesttospeakwithher。
　　"Thisisaveryurgentmessageforthecountess’earsalone，"repliedRokoff。"Tellherthatshemustariseandslipsomethingaboutherandcometothetelephone。Ishallcallupagaininfiveminutes。"Thenhehunguphisreceiver。
　　AmomentlaterPaulvitchentered。
　　"Thecounthasthemessage？"askedRokoff。
　　"Heshouldbeonhiswaytohishomebynow，"repliedPaulvitch。
　　"Good！Myladywillbesittinginherboudoir，verymuchinnegligee，aboutnow。InaminutethefaithfulJacqueswillescortMonsieurTarzanintoherpresencewithoutannouncinghim。
　　Itwilltakeafewminutesforexplanations。Olgawilllookveryalluringinthefilmycreationthatishernight—
　　dress，andtheclingingrobewhichbuthalfconcealsthecharmsthattheformerdoesnotconcealatall。Olgawillbesurprised，butnotdispleased。
　　"Ifthereisadropofredbloodinthemanthecountwillbreakinuponaveryprettylovesceneinaboutfifteenminutesfromnow。Ithinkwehaveplannedmarvelously，mydearAlexis。LetusgooutanddrinktotheverygoodhealthofMonsieurTarzaninsomeofoldPlancon’sunparalleledabsinth;notforgettingthattheCountdeCoudeisoneofthebestswordsmeninParis，andbyfarthebestshotinallFrance。"
　　WhenTarzanreachedOlga’s，Jacqueswasawaitinghimattheentrance。
　　"Thisway，Monsieur，"hesaid，andledthewayupthebroad，marblestaircase。Inanothermomenthehadopenedadoor，and，drawingasideaheavycurtain，obsequiouslybowedTarzanintoadimlylightedapartment。ThenJacquesvanished。
　　AcrosstheroomfromhimTarzansawOlgaseatedbeforealittledeskonwhichstoodhertelephone。Shewastappingimpatientlyuponthepolishedsurfaceofthedesk。Shehadnotheardhimenter。
　　"Olga，"hesaid，"whatiswrong？"
　　Sheturnedtowardhimwithalittlecryofalarm。
　　"Jean！"shecried。"Whatareyoudoinghere？
　　Whoadmittedyou？Whatdoesitmean？"
　　Tarzanwasthunderstruck，butinaninstantherealizedapartofthetruth。
　　"Thenyoudidnotsendforme，Olga？"
　　"Sendforyouatthistimeofnight？MONDIEU！Jean，doyouthinkthatIamquitemad？"
　　"Francoistelephonedmetocomeatonce;thatyouwereintroubleandwantedme。"
　　"Francois？WhointheworldisFrancois？"
　　"Hesaidthathewasinyourservice。HespokeasthoughIshouldrecallthefact。"
　　"Thereisnoonebythatnameinmyemploy。Someonehasplayedajokeuponyou，Jean，"andOlgalaughed。
　　"Ifearthatitmaybeamostsinister`joke，’Olga，"hereplied。
　　"Thereismorebackofitthanhumor。"
　　"Whatdoyoumean？Youdonotthinkthat——"
　　"Whereisthecount？"heinterrupted。
　　"AttheGermanambassador’s。"
　　"Thisisanothermovebyyourestimablebrother。
　　Tomorrowthecountwillhearofit。Hewillquestiontheservants。Everythingwillpointto——towhatRokoffwishesthecounttothink。"
　　"Thescoundrel！"criedOlga。Shehadarisen，andcomeclosetoTarzan，whereshestoodlookingupintohisface。
　　Shewasveryfrightened。Inhereyeswasanexpressionthatthehunterseesinthoseofapoor，terrifieddoe——puzzled——questioning。
　　Shetrembled，andtosteadyherselfraisedherhandstohisbroadshoulders。"Whatshallwedo，Jean？"shewhispered。
　　"Itisterrible。TomorrowallPariswillreadofit——hewillseetothat。"
　　Herlook，herattitude，herwordswereeloquentoftheage—
　　oldappealofdefenselesswomantohernaturalprotector——man。
　　Tarzantookoneofthewarmlittlehandsthatlayonhisbreastinhisownstrongone。Theactwasquiteinvoluntary，andalmostequallysowastheinstinctofprotectionthatthrewashelteringarmaroundthegirl’sshoulders。
　　Theresultwaselectrical。Neverbeforehadhebeensoclosetoher。Instartledguilttheylookedsuddenlyintoeachother’seyes，andwhereOlgadeCoudeshouldhavebeenstrongshewasweak，forshecreptcloserintotheman’sarms，andclaspedherownabouthisneck。AndTarzanoftheApes？
　　Hetookthepantingfigureintohismightyarms，andcoveredthehotlipswithkisses。
　　RaouldeCoudemadehurriedexcusestohishostafterhehadreadthenotehandedhimbytheambassador’sbutler。
　　Neverafterwardcouldherecallthenatureoftheexcuseshemade。Everythingwasquiteablurtohimuptothetimethathestoodonthethresholdofhisownhome。
　　Thenhebecameverycool，movingquietlyandwithcaution。
　　ForsomeinexplicablereasonJacqueshadthedooropenbeforehewashalfwaytothesteps。Itdidnotstrikehimatthetimeasbeingunusual，thoughafterwardheremarkedit。
　　Verysoftlyhetiptoedupthestairsandalongthegallerytothedoorofhiswife’sboudoir。Inhishandwasaheavywalkingstick——inhisheart，murder。
　　Olgawasthefirsttoseehim。WithahorrifiedshriekshetoreherselffromTarzan’sarms，andtheape—manturnedjustintimetowardwithhisarmaterrificblowthatDeCoudehadaimedathishead。Once，twice，threetimestheheavystickfellwithlightningrapidity，andeachblowaidedinthetransitionoftheape—manbacktotheprimordial。
　　Withthelow，gutturalsnarlofthebullapehesprangfortheFrenchman。Thegreatstickwastornfromhisgraspandbrokenintwoasthoughithadbeenmatchwood，tobeflungasideasthenowinfuriatedbeastchargedforhisadversary’sthroat。
　　OlgadeCoudestoodahorrifiedspectatoroftheterriblescenewhichensuedduringthenextbriefmoment，thenshesprangtowhereTarzanwasmurderingherhusband——
　　chokingthelifefromhim——shakinghimasaterriermightshakearat。
　　Franticallyshetoreathisgreathands。"MotherofGod！"shecried。"Youarekillinghim，youarekillinghim！
　　Oh，Jean，youarekillingmyhusband！"
　　Tarzanwasdeafwithrage。Suddenlyhehurledthebodytothefloor，and，placinghisfootupontheupturnedbreast，raisedhishead。ThenthroughthepalaceoftheCountdeCouderangtheawesomechallengeofthebullapethathasmadeakill。Fromcellartoatticthehorridsoundsearchedouttheservants，andleftthemblanchedandtrembling。
　　Thewomanintheroomsanktoherkneesbesidethebodyofherhusband，andprayed。
　　SlowlytheredmistfadedfrombeforeTarzan’seyes。
　　Thingsbegantotakeform——hewasregainingtheperspectiveofcivilizedman。Hiseyesfelluponthefigureofthekneelingwoman。
　　"Olga，"hewhispered。Shelookedup，expectingtoseethemaniacallightofmurderintheeyesaboveher。
　　Insteadshesawsorrowandcontrition。
　　"Oh，Jean！"shecried。"Seewhatyouhavedone。Hewasmyhusband。Ilovedhim，andyouhavekilledhim。"
　　VerygentlyTarzanraisedthelimpformoftheCountdeCoudeandboreittoacouch。Thenheputhiseartotheman’sbreast。
　　"Somebrandy，Olga，"hesaid。
　　Shebroughtit，andtogethertheyforceditbetweenhislips。
　　Presentlyafaintgaspcamefromthewhitelips。
　　Theheadturned，andDeCoudegroaned。
　　"Hewillnotdie，"saidTarzan。"ThankGod！"
　　"Whydidyoudoit，Jean？"sheasked。
　　"Idonotknow。Hestruckme，andIwentmad。Ihaveseentheapesofmytribedothesamething。Ihavenevertoldyoumystory，Olga。Itwouldhavebeenbetterhadyouknownit——thismightnothavehappened。Ineversawmyfather。
　　TheonlymotherIknewwasaferociousshe—ape。UntilIwasfifteenIhadneverseenahumanbeing。IwastwentybeforeIsawawhiteman。AlittlemorethanayearagoIwasanakedbeastofpreyinanAfricanjungle。
　　"Donotjudgemetooharshly。Twoyearsistooshortatimeinwhichtoattempttoworkthechangeinanindividualthatithastakencountlessagestoaccomplishinthewhiterace。"
　　"Idonotjudgeatall，Jean。Thefaultismine。
　　Youmustgonow——hemustnotfindyouherewhenheregainsconsciousness。Good—by。"
　　ItwasasorrowfulTarzanwhowalkedwithbowedheadfromthepalaceoftheCountdeCoude。
　　Onceoutsidehisthoughtstookdefiniteshape，totheendthattwentyminuteslaterheenteredapolicestationnotfarfromtheRueMaule。Herehesoonfoundoneoftheofficerswithwhomhehadhadtheencounterseveralweeksprevious。Thepolicemanwasgenuinelygladtoseeagainthemanwhohadsoroughlyhandledhim。AfteramomentofconversationTarzanaskedifhehadeverheardofNikolasRokofforAlexisPaulvitch。
　　"Veryoften，indeed，monsieur。Eachhasapolicerecord，andwhilethereisnothingchargedagainstthemnow，wemakeitapointtoknowprettywellwheretheymaybefoundshouldtheoccasiondemand。Itisonlythesameprecautionthatwetakewitheveryknowncriminal。Whydoesmonsieurask？"
　　"Theyareknowntome，"repliedTarzan。"IwishtoseeMonsieurRokoffonalittlematterofbusiness。IfyoucandirectmetohislodgingsIshallappreciateit。"
　　Afewminuteslaterhebadethepolicemanadieu，and，withaslipofpaperinhispocketbearingacertainaddressinasemirespectablequarter，hewalkedbrisklytowardthenearesttaxistand。
　　RokoffandPaulvitchhadreturnedtotheirrooms，andweresittingtalkingovertheprobableoutcomeoftheevening’sevents。TheyhadtelephonedtotheofficesoftwoofthemorningpapersfromwhichtheymomentarilyexpectedrepresentativestohearthefirstreportofthescandalthatwastostirsocialParisonthemorrow。
　　Aheavystepsoundedonthestairway。"Ah，butthesenewspapermenareprompt，"exclaimedRokoff，andasaknockfelluponthedooroftheirroom:"Enter，monsieur。"
　　ThesmileofwelcomefrozeupontheRussian’sfaceashelookedintothehard，grayeyesofhisvisitor。
　　"Nameofaname！"heshouted，springingtohisfeet，"Whatbringsyouhere！"
　　"Sitdown！"saidTarzan，solowthatthemencouldbarelycatchthewords，butinatonethatbroughtRokofftohischair，andkeptPaulvitchinhis。
　　"Youknowwhathasbroughtmehere，"hecontinued，inthesamelowtone。"Itshouldbetokillyou，butbecauseyouareOlgadeCoude’sbrotherIshallnotdothat——now。
　　"Ishallgiveyouachanceforyourlives。Paulvitchdoesnotcountmuch——heismerelyastupid，foolishlittletool，andsoIshallnotkillhimsolongasIpermityoutolive。
　　BeforeIleaveyoutwoaliveinthisroomyouwillhavedonetwothings。Thefirstwillbetowriteafullconfessionofyourconnectionwithtonight’splot——andsignit。
　　"Thesecondwillbetopromisemeuponpainofdeaththatyouwillpermitnowordofthisaffairtogetintothenewspapers。
　　Ifyoudonotdoboth，neitherofyouwillbealivewhenI
　　passnextthroughthatdoorway。Doyouunderstand？"
　　And，withoutwaitingforareply:"Makehaste;thereisinkbeforeyou，andpaperandapen。"
　　Rokoffassumedatruculentair，attemptingbybravadotoshowhowlittlehefearedTarzan’sthreats。Aninstantlaterhefelttheape—man’ssteelfingersathisthroat，andPaulvitch，whoattemptedtododgethemandreachthedoor，wasliftedcompletelyoffthefloor，andhurledsenselessintoacorner。WhenRokoffcommencedtoblackenaboutthefaceTarzanreleasedhisholdandshovedthefellowbackintohischair。AfteramomentofcoughingRokoffsatsullenlyglaringatthemanstandingoppositehim。PresentlyPaulvitchcametohimself，andlimpedpainfullybacktohischairatTarzan’scommand。
　　"Nowwrite，"saidtheape—man。"IfitisnecessarytohandleyouagainIshallnotbesolenient。"
　　Rokoffpickedupapenandcommencedtowrite。
　　"Seethatyouomitnodetail，andthatyoumentioneveryname，"cautionedTarzan。
　　Presentlytherewasaknockatthedoor。"Enter，"saidTarzan。
　　Adapperyoungmancamein。"IamfromtheMATIN，"
　　heannounced。"IunderstandthatMonsieurRokoffhasastoryforme。"
　　"Thenyouaremistaken，monsieur，"repliedTarzan。
　　"Youhavenostoryforpublication，haveyou，mydearNikolas。"
　　Rokofflookedupfromhiswritingwithanuglyscowluponhisface。
　　"No，"hegrowled，"Ihavenostoryforpublication——now。"
　　"Norever，mydearNikolas，"andthereporterdidnotseethenastylightintheape—man’seye;butNikolasRokoffdid。
　　"Norever，"herepeatedhastily。
　　"Itistoobadthatmonsieurhasbeentroubled，"saidTarzan，turningtothenewspaperman。"Ibidmonsieurgoodevening，"andhebowedthedapperyoungmanoutoftheroom，andclosedthedoorinhisface。
　　AnhourlaterTarzan，witharatherbulkymanuscriptinhiscoatpocket，turnedatthedoorleadingfromRokoff’sroom。
　　"WereIyouIshouldleaveFrance，"hesaid，"forsoonerorlaterIshallfindanexcusetokillyouthatwillnotinanywaycompromiseyoursister。"
　　Chapter6
　　ADuelD’ArnotwasasleepwhenTarzanenteredtheirapartmentsafterleavingRokoff’s。Tarzandidnotdisturbhim，butthefollowingmorninghenarratedthehappeningsofthepreviousevening，omittingnotasingledetail。
　　"WhatafoolIhavebeen，"heconcluded。"DeCoudeandhiswifewerebothmyfriends。HowhaveIreturnedtheirfriendship？BarelydidIescapemurderingthecount。Ihavecastastigmaonthenameofagoodwoman。ItisveryprobablethatIhavebrokenupahappyhome。"
　　"DoyouloveOlgadeCoude？"askedD’Arnot。
　　"WereInotpositivethatshedoesnotlovemeIcouldnotansweryourquestion，Paul;butwithoutdisloyaltytoherI
　　tellyouthatIdonotloveher，nordoessheloveme。Foraninstantwewerethevictimsofasuddenmadness——itwasnotlove——anditwouldhaveleftus，unharmed，assuddenlyasithadcomeuponuseventhoughDeCoudehadnotreturned。
　　Asyouknow，Ihavehadlittleexperienceofwomen。OlgadeCoudeisverybeautiful;that，andthedimlightandtheseductivesurroundings，andtheappealofthedefenselessforprotection，mighthavebeenresistedbyamorecivilizedman，butmycivilizationisnotevenskindeep——itdoesnotgodeeperthanmyclothes。
　　"Parisisnoplaceforme。Iwillbutcontinuetostumbleintomoreandmoreseriouspitfalls。Theman—maderestrictionsareirksome。IfeelalwaysthatIamaprisoner。
　　Icannotendureit，myfriend，andsoIthinkthatIshallgobacktomyownjungle，andleadthelifethatGodintendedthatIshouldleadwhenHeputmethere。"
　　"Donottakeitsotoheart，Jean，"respondedD’Arnot。
　　"Youhaveacquittedyourselfmuchbetterthanmost`civilized’menwouldhaveundersimilarcircumstances。
　　AstoleavingParisatthistime，IratherthinkthatRaouldeCoudemaybeexpectedtohavesomethingtosayonthatsubjectbeforelong。"
　　NorwasD’Arnotmistaken。AweeklateronMonsieurFlaubertwasannouncedabouteleveninthemorning，asD’ArnotandTarzanwerebreakfasting。MonsieurFlaubertwasanimpressivelypolitegentleman。WithmanylowbowshedeliveredMonsieurleCountdeCoude’schallengetoMonsieurTarzan。
　　WouldmonsieurbesoverykindastoarrangetohaveafriendmeetMonsieurFlaubertatasearlyanhourasconvenient，thatthedetailsmightbearrangedtothemutualsatisfactionofallconcerned？
　　Certainly。MonsieurTarzanwouldbedelightedtoplacehisinterestsunreservedlyinthehandsofhisfriend，LieutenantD’Arnot。AndsoitwasarrangedthatD’ArnotwastocallonMonsieurFlaubertattwothatafternoon，andthepoliteMonsieurFlaubert，withmanybows，leftthem。
　　WhentheywereagainaloneD’ArnotlookedquizzicallyatTarzan。
　　"Well？"hesaid。
　　"NowtomysinsImustaddmurder，orelsemyselfbekilled，"
　　saidTarzan。"Iamprogressingrapidlyinthewaysofmycivilizedbrothers。"
　　"Whatweaponsshallyouselect？"askedD’Arnot。
　　"DeCoudeisaccreditedwithbeingamasterwiththesword，andasplendidshot。"
　　"Imightthenchoosepoisonedarrowsattwentypaces，orspearsatthesamedistance，"laughedTarzan。
　　"Makeitpistols，Paul。"
　　"Hewillkillyou，Jean。"
　　"Ihavenodoubtofit，"repliedTarzan。"Imustdiesomeday。"
　　"Wehadbettermakeitswords，"saidD’Arnot。"Hewillbesatisfiedwithwoundingyou，andthereislessdangerofamortalwound。"
　　"Pistols，"saidTarzan，withfinality。
　　D’Arnottriedtoarguehimoutofit，butwithoutavail，sopistolsitwas。
　　D’ArnotreturnedfromhisconferencewithMonsieurFlaubertshortlyafterfour。
　　"Itisallarranged，"hesaid。"Everythingissatisfactory。
　　Tomorrowmorningatdaylight——thereisasecludedspotontheroadnotfarfromEtamps。ForsomepersonalreasonMonsieurFlaubertpreferredit。Ididnotdemur。"
　　"Good！"wasTarzan’sonlycomment。Hedidnotrefertothematteragainevenindirectly。Thatnighthewroteseverallettersbeforeheretired。AftersealingandaddressingthemheplacedthemallinanenvelopeaddressedtoD’Arnot。
　　AsheundressedD’Arnotheardhimhummingamusic—hallditty。
　　TheFrenchmansworeunderhisbreath。Hewasveryunhappy，forhewaspositivethatwhenthesunrosethenextmorningitwouldlookdownuponadeadTarzan。ItgrateduponhimtoseeTarzansounconcerned。
　　"Thisisamostuncivilizedhourforpeopletokilleachother，"remarkedtheape—manwhenhehadbeenroutedoutofacomfortablebedintheblacknessoftheearlymorninghours。
　　Hehadsleptwell，andsoitseemedthathisheadscarcelytouchedthepillowerehismandeferentiallyarousedhim。
　　HisremarkwasaddressedtoD’Arnot，whostoodfullydressedinthedoorwayofTarzan’sbedroom。
　　D’Arnothadscarcelysleptatallduringthenight。Hewasnervous，andthereforeinclinedtobeirritable。
　　"Ipresumeyousleptlikeababyallnight，"hesaid。
　　Tarzanlaughed。"Fromyourtone，Paul，Iinferthatyouratherharborthefactagainstme。Icouldnothelpit，really。"
　　"No，Jean;itisnotthat，"repliedD’Arnot，himselfsmiling。"Butyoutaketheentirematterwithsuchinfernalindifference——itisexasperating。Onewouldthinkthatyouweregoingouttoshootatatarget，ratherthantofaceoneofthebestshotsinFrance。"
　　Tarzanshruggedhisshoulders。"Iamgoingouttoexpiateagreatwrong，Paul。Averynecessaryfeatureoftheexpiationisthemarksmanshipofmyopponent。Wherefore，then，shouldIbedissatisfied？HaveyounotyourselftoldmethatCountdeCoudeisasplendidmarksman？"
　　"Youmeanthatyouhopetobekilled？"exclaimedD’Arnot，inhorror。
　　"IcannotsaythatIhopetobe;butyoumustadmitthatthereislittlereasontobelievethatIshallnotbekilled。"
　　HadD’Arnotknownthethingthatwasintheape—man’smind——thathadbeeninhismindalmostfromthefirstintimationthatDeCoudewouldcallhimtoaccountonthefieldofhonor——hewouldhavebeenevenmorehorrifiedthanhewas。
　　InsilencetheyenteredD’Arnot’sgreatcar，andinsimilarsilencetheyspedoverthedimroadthatleadstoEtamps。Eachmanwasoccupiedwithhisownthoughts。
　　D’Arnot’swereverymournful，forhewasgenuinelyfondofTarzan。Thegreatfriendshipwhichhadsprungupbetweenthesetwomenwhoselivesandtraininghadbeensowidelydifferenthadbutbeenstrengthenedbyassociation，fortheywerebothmentowhomthesamehighidealsofmanhood，ofpersonalcourage，andofhonorappealedwithequalforce。
　　Theycouldunderstandoneanother，andeachcouldbeproudofthefriendshipoftheother。
　　TarzanoftheApeswaswrappedinthoughtsofthepast;
　　pleasantmemoriesofthehappieroccasionsofhislostjunglelife。Herecalledthecountlessboyhoodhoursthathehadspentcross—leggeduponthetableinhisdeadfather’scabin，hislittlebrownbodybentoveroneofthefascinatingpicturebooksfromwhich，unaided，hehadgleanedthesecretoftheprintedlanguagelongbeforethesoundsofhumanspeechfelluponhisears。AsmileofcontentmentsoftenedhisstrongfaceashethoughtofthatdayofdaysthathehadhadalonewithJanePorterintheheartofhisprimevalforest。
　　Presentlyhisreminiscenceswerebrokeninuponbythestoppingofthecar——theywereattheirdestination。