After we had stood there a while we went down among the great cedars, trying to retrace the last part of our march through the darkness of that anxious night, whereof now for the first time I told her all the story.
Growing tired of scrambling among the fallen boughs, at length Lady Ragnall sat down and said: "Do you know, Mr.Quatermain, these are the first words we have really had since that party at Ragnall before I was married, when, as you may have forgotten, you took me in to dinner." I replied that there was nothing I recollected much more clearly, which was both true and the right thing to say, or so I supposed.
"Well," she said slowly, "you see that after all there was something in those fancies of mine which at the time you thought would best be dealt with by a doctor--about Africa and the rest, I mean." "Yes, Lady Ragnall, though of course we should always remember that coincidence accounts for many things.

In any case they are done with now." "Not quite, Mr.Quatermain, even as you mean, since we have still a long way to go.

Also in another sense I believe that they are but begun." "I do not understand, Lady Ragnall." "Nor do I, but listen.

You know that of anything which happened during those months I have no memory at all, except of that one dream when I seemed to see George and Savage in the hut.

I remember my baby being killed by that horrible circus elephant, just as the Ivory Child was killed or rather destroyed by Jana, which I suppose is another of your coincidences, Mr.Quatermain.After that I remember nothing until I woke up and saw George standing in front of me covered with blood, and you, and Jana dead, and the rest." "Because during that time your mind was gone, Lady Ragnall." "Yes, but where had it gone?
I tell you, Mr.Quatermain, that although I remember nothing of what was passing about me then, I do remember a great deal of what seemed to be passing either long ago or in some time to come, though I have said nothing of it to George, as I hope you will not either.