Her thoughts wandered off down another track;--India as Nick had described it to her, a land of rivers and jungles, tigers and snakes, natives that were like monkeys, horses that moved like camels, pigs with tusks that had to be hunted and slain.
Elephants too! He had left out the elephants, but they crowded in royal array into Olga's quick imagination.

She and Nick would often go elephant-riding in the jungle.

Mysterious word! It held her like a spell.

Tall trees and winding undergrowth, a gloom well-nigh impenetrable, creatures that hid and spied upon them as they passed! Perhaps they would go tiger-hunting together.

She thrilled at the thought, picturing herself creeping down one of those dim glades, rifle in hand, in search of the enemy.