De Coude had not returned. As you know, I have had little experience
of women. Olga de Coude is very beautiful; that, and the dim light
and the seductive surroundings, and the appeal of the defenseless
for protection, might have been resisted by a more civilized man,
but my civilization is not even skin deep--it does not go deeper
than my clothes.

"Paris is no place for me. I will but continue to stumble into more
and more serious pitfalls. The man-made restrictions are irksome.
I feel always that I am a prisoner. I cannot endure it, my friend,
and so I think that I shall go back to my own jungle, and lead the
life that God intended that I should lead when He put me there."

"Do not take it so to heart, Jean," responded D'Arnot. "You have
acquitted yourself much better than most `civilized' men would have
under similar circumstances. As to leaving Paris at this time, I
rather think that Raoul de Coude may be expected to have something
to say on that subject before long."

Nor was D'Arnot mistaken. A week later on Monsieur Flaubert
was announced about eleven in the morning, as D'Arnot and Tarzan
were breakfasting. Monsieur Flaubert was an impressively polite
gentleman. With many low bows he delivered Monsieur le Count de
Coude's challenge to Monsieur Tarzan. Would monsieur be so very
kind as to arrange to have a friend meet Monsieur Flaubert at as
early an hour as convenient, that the details might be arranged to
the mutual satisfaction of all concerned?

Certainly. Monsieur Tarzan would be delighted to place his interests
unreservedly in the hands of his friend, Lieutenant D'Arnot. And