He spoke of the first time that he had actually been conscious of the jungle. "Of course I'd been into it dozens of times--often and often. But there was a day--I remember as though it were yesterday--when we went up in a boat--some river or another--That river was the most secret and sleepy green, and the place all closed about it as though we'd gone into a box, and they'd closed the lid. Nothing but the green river and all the forest getting closer and closer and darker and darker, all blacker than you can imagine, and worse still when it was lighter--a kind of twilight--and you could see enough to make you shiver--no sound but the animals, and the branches and the great plants and brilliant flowers all creeping and crawling--Suddenly--all in a flash--I wanted a lamp-post and a public house, a wet night shining on streets, the rattle of a hansom--I was suddenly ghastly frightened, and we got deeper and deeper into it, and human beings further and further behind, and only the beastly monkeys and the alligators and the hideous flowers. I can feel it still----" Rachel was enthralled. He called up, on every side about her, that stern life of hers. He knew and she knew--they alone out of all the world. All her gaiety, her happiness, her interest of the last weeks went now for nothing beside this experience. He was not now related to the Beaminsters--to Grandmother, to Aunt Adela, to Uncle John--but to _her_ and to that part of her that had nothing to do with the Beaminsters at all. The room, the commonplace furniture, the pictures of "Lodore Falls" and "The Fighting Temeraire," the little glimpses of the square beyond the window, these things shared in the mystery. Miss Rand had seen her caught and held. "_She's_ very young too," she said to herself a little grimly and a little tenderly also--"All too sensational to be true," she thought. "There's a little bit of unreality in him all the way through." Mrs. Rand said: "What do you think of alligators, Miss Beaminster? Don't you agree with me that they must be most unpleasant to meet? I always dislike their sluggish ways when I see them in the Zoological Gardens." Then upon them all broke the little maid with a husky "Miss Beaminster's carriage, please, mem." Rachel, as she said good-bye, was aware of him again as "her scandalous cousin." He too was now awkward and embarrassed. They said good-bye hurriedly and there was between them both a consciousness that no word of the family or their relationship had been mentioned. "Well," said Mrs. Rand, when the door was closed, "no one in the world could have been pleasanter...." III They did not arrive at the opera that night until the beginning of the second act. It was Lady Carloes' box and she and Uncle John and Roddy Seddon were Rachel's companions. All the way home in the carriage Rachel had been silent and Lord John, perceiving uneasily that some of the old Rachel was back again, had said very little.