| 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] |