| The Prologue | |
| | 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 |
