Now, do you see ?" "I see," said Helen.

"Thirteen is always apt to be an unlucky number." "Oh, don't joke!" cried Ronald.

"I haven't time to tell you, now, how it all works out.

But it's quite the strongest thing I've thought of yet.
And do you see what it means to me?
Think of the weird, mysterious atmosphere of Central Africa, as a setting for a really strong love-interest.

Imagine three quite modern, present-day people, learning to know their own hearts and each other's, fighting out the crisis of their lives according to the accepted rules and standards of twentieth century civilisation--yet all amongst the wild primitive savagery of uncivilised tribes, and the extraordinary primeval growths of the unexplored jungles, where plants ape animals, and animals ape men, and all nature rears its head with a loose rein, as if defying method, law, order and construction! Why, merely to walk through some of the tropical houses at Kew gives one a sort of lawless feeling! If I stay long among the queer gnarled plants--all spiky and speckled and hairy; squatting, plump and ungainly on the ground, or spreading huge knotted arms far overhead, as if reaching out for things they never visibly attain--I always emerge into the ordinary English atmosphere outside, feeling altogether unconventional.