| PAGE |
| And through it, in trailing velvet, came a lady | Frontispiece |
| There was a good deal of whispered talk and mystery | 15 |
| ‘You sit next him, Charles’ | 19 |
| ‘They burned her for a witch’ | 31 |
| ‘How beautifully everything grows here’ | 43 |
| Of course they all liked to try | 55 |
| A hand was raised | 65 |
| ‘Just remember we’re yours to the death’ | 81 |
| ‘I believed you—without that,’ said Charlotte | 93 |
| They were the footprints, beyond any doubt, of a boy | 111 |
| ‘Fetches him a bite of something’ | 127 |
| ‘If I whistle, you lay low’ | 141 |
| Showed her a green parrot sitting on a nest | 155 |
| He screwed up his nose | 165 |
| ‘It’s a Nihilist bomb, come away!’ | 187 |
| Rupert rolled into bed | 205 |
| He looked over his head as though Rupert had not been there | 229 |
| ‘I can’t attend to you. Go away!’ | 237 |
| Found the broken paling and slipped through | 261 |
| Rupert was bundled into the body of the car | 277 |
| Something four-footed, spotted, furry, creeping along the passage | 299 |
| ‘It’s me; it’s Rupert,’ he shouted | 313 |
| Charles had his first swimming lesson | 321 |
| Nothing much happened except smoke | 349 |
| Charlotte found a thin black-coated shoulder a very good place to cry on | 365 |
| ‘Take your last look,’ he said | 379 |
