He was very handsome and every
inch a gentleman. She should be very proud of such a husband.
And then he spoke--a minute sooner or a minute later might
have made all the difference in the world to three lives
--but chance stepped in and pointed out to Clayton the
psychological moment.
"You are free now, Jane," he said. "Won't you say yes--I
will devote my life to making you very happy."
"Yes," she whispered.
That evening in the little waiting room at the station Tarzan
caught Jane alone for a moment.
"You are free now, Jane," he said, "and _I_ have come
across the ages out of the dim and distant past from the lair
of the primeval man to claim you--for your sake I have become
a civilized man--for your sake I have crossed oceans
and continents--for your sake I will be whatever you will me
to be. I can make you happy, Jane, in the life you know and
love best. Will you marry me?"
For the first time she realized the depths of the man's love
--all that he had accomplished in so short a time solely for
love of her. Turning her head she buried her face in her arms.
What had she done? Because she had been afraid she
might succumb to the pleas of this giant, she had burned her
bridges behind her--in her groundless apprehension that she
might make a terrible mistake, she had made a worse one.
And then she told him all--told him the truth word by word,
without attempting to shield herself or condone her error.
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