"Within the next few days.I must return to England at once--I want you to return with me, dear.""I can't get ready so soon as that," replied Jane."It will take a whole month, at least."She was glad, for she hoped that whatever called him to England might still further delay the wedding.She had made a bad bargain, but she intended carrying her part loyally to the bitter end--if she could manage to secure a temporary reprieve, though, she felt that she was warranted in doing so.
His reply disconcerted her.
"Very well, Jane," he said."I am disappointed, but I shall let my trip to England wait a month; then we can go back together."But when the month was drawing to a close she found still another excuse upon which to hang a postponement, until at last, discouraged and doubting, Clayton was forced to go back to England alone.
The several letters that passed between them brought Clayton no nearer to a consummation of his hopes than he had been before, and so it was that he wrote directly to Professor Porter, and enlisted his services.The old man had always favored the match.He liked Clayton, and, being of an old southern family, he put rather an exaggerated value on the advantages of a title, which meant little or nothing to his daughter.
Clayton urged that the professor accept his invitation to be his guest in London, an invitation which included the professor's entire little family--Mr.Philander, Esmeralda, and all.The Englishman argued that once Jane was there, and home ties had been broken, she would not so dread the step which she had so long hesitated to take.
So the evening that he received Clayton's letter Professor Porter announced that they would leave for London the following week.
But once in London Jane Porter was no more tractable than she had been in Baltimore.She found one excuse after another, and when, finally, Lord Tennington invited the party to cruise around Africa in his yacht, she expressed the greatest delight in the idea, but absolutely refused to be married until they had returned to London.As the cruise was to consume a year at least, for they were to stop for indefinite periods at various points of interest, Clayton mentally anathematized Tennington for ever suggesting such a ridiculous trip.
It was Lord Tennington's plan to cruise through the Mediterranean, and the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean, and thus down the East Coast, putting in at every port that was worth the seeing.
And so it happened that on a certain day two vessels passed in the Strait of Gibraltar.The smaller, a trim white yacht, was speeding toward the east, and on her deck sat a young woman who gazed with sad eyes upon a diamondstudded locket which she idly fingered.Her thoughts were far away, in the dim, leafy fastness of a tropical jungle--and her heart was with her thoughts.
She wondered if the man who had given her the beautiful bauble, that had meant so much more to him than the intrinsic value which he had not even known could ever have meant to him, was back in his savage forest.
And upon the deck of the larger vessel, a passenger steamer passing toward the east, the man sat with another young woman, and the two idly speculated upon the identity of the dainty craft gliding so gracefully through the gentle swell of the lazy sea.
When the yacht had passed the man resumed the conversation that her appearance had broken off.
"Yes," he said, "I like America very much, and that means, of course, that I like Americans, for a country is only what its people make it.I met some very delightful people while Iwas there.I recall one family from your own city, Miss Strong, whom I liked particularly--Professor Porter and his daughter.""Jane Porter!" exclaimed the girl."Do you mean to tell me that you know Jane Porter? Why, she is the very best friend I have in the world.We were little children together--we have known each other for ages.""Indeed!" he answered, smiling."You would have difficulty in persuading any one of the fact who had seen either of you.""I'll qualify the statement, then," she answered, with a laugh.
"We have known each other for two ages--hers and mine.
But seriously we are as dear to each other as sisters, and now that I am going to lose her I am almost heartbroken.""Going to lose her?" exclaimed Tarzan."Why, what do you mean?
Oh, yes, I understand.You mean that now that she is married and living in England, you will seldom if ever see her.""Yes," replied she; "and the saddest part of it all is that she is not marrying the man she loves.Oh, it is terrible.
Marrying from a sense of duty! I think it is perfectly wicked, and I told her so.I have felt so strongly on the subject that although I was the only person outside of blood relations who was to have been asked to the wedding I would not let her invite me, for I should not have gone to witness the terrible mockery.But Jane Porter is peculiarly positive.
She has convinced herself that she is doing the only honorable thing that she can do, and nothing in the world will ever prevent her from marrying Lord Greystoke except Greystoke himself, or death.""I am sorry for her," said Tarzan.
"And I am sorry for the man she loves," said the girl, "for he loves her.I never met him, but from what Jane tells me he must be a very wonderful person.It seems that he was born in an African jungle, and brought up by fierce, anthropoid apes.He had never seen a white man or woman until Professor Porter and his party were marooned on the coast right at the threshold of his tiny cabin.He saved them from all manner of terrible beasts, and accomplished the most wonderful feats imaginable, and then to cap the climax he fell in love with Jane and she with him, though she never really knew it for sure until she had promised herself to Lord Greystoke.""Most remarkable," murmured Tarzan, cudgeling his brain for some pretext upon which to turn the subject.He delighted in hearing Hazel Strong talk of Jane, but when he was the subject of the conversation he was bored and embarrassed.