"The matter was hushed up by the authorities of the convent. Not
even my parents knew of it. But Nikolas met the man afterward, and
learned the whole story. Now he threatens to tell the count if I
do not do just as he wishes me to."

Tarzan laughed. "You are still but a little girl. The story that
you have told me cannot reflect in any way upon your reputation,
and were you not a little girl at heart you would know it. Go to
your husband tonight, and tell him the whole story, just as you
have told it to me. Unless I am much mistaken he will laugh at
you for your fears, and take immediate steps to put that precious
brother of yours in prison where he belongs."

"I only wish that I dared," she said; "but I am afraid. I learned
early to fear men. First my father, then Nikolas, then the fathers
in the convent. Nearly all my friends fear their husbands--why
should I not fear mine?"

"It does not seem right that women should fear men," said Tarzan,
an expression of puzzlement on his face. "I am better acquainted
with the jungle folk, and there it is more often the other way
around, except among the black men, and they to my mind are in most
ways lower in the scale than the beasts. No, I cannot understand
why civilized women should fear men, the beings that are created
to protect them. I should hate to think that any woman feared me."

"I do not think that any woman would fear you, my friend," said Olga
de Coude softly. "I have known you but a short while, yet though
it may seem foolish to say it, you are the only man I have ever