| The Prologue | Frontispiece | | to face page | | The curtain rises | 12 | | Their expression is stamped with deep thought | 28 | | He kisses her on the bare shoulder | 30 | | He takes her in his arms | 50 | | "Is it me?" | 58 | | I did go—I kept the appointment | 66 | | He showed me a church that I could have bought for a hundred thousand | 72 | | I shall not try to be quite so extraordinarily clever | 84 | | When he reached my face he looked searchingly at it | 88 | | The tailor shrugged his shoulders | 98 | | Something in the quiet dignity of the young man held me | 114 | | The Parisian dog | 120 | | Personally I plead guilty to something of the same spirit | 142 | | The lady's face is aglow with moral enthusiasm | 146 | | Meanwhile he had become a quaint-looking elderly man | 166 | | With all the low cunning of an author stamped on his features | 174 |
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