PART I

      I. The Wanderer
     II.  The Looker-On
    III.  The Search
     IV.  The Magician
      V. Apollo
     VI.  Cinderella
    VII.  The Broken Spell
   VIII.  Mr. Greatheart
     IX.  The Runaway Colt. 
      X. The House of Bondage
     XI.  Olympus
    XII.  The Wine of the Gods
   XIII.  Friendship in the Desert
    XIV.  The Purple Empress
     XV.  The Mountain Crest
    XVI.  The Second Draught
   XVII.  The Unknown Force
  XVIII.  The Escape of the Prisoner
    XIX.  The Cup of Bitterness
     XX.  The Vision of Greatheart
    XXI.  The Return
   XXII.  The Valley of the Shadow
  XXIII.  The Way Back
   XXIV.  The Lights of a City
    XXV.  The True Gold
   XXVI.  The Call of Apollo
  XXVII.  The Golden Maze
 XXVIII.  The Lesson
   XXIX.  The Captive
    XXX.  The Second Summons

PART II

      I. Cinderella’s Prince
     II.  Wedding Arrangements
    III.  Despair
     IV.  The New Home
      V. The Watcher
     VI.  The Wrong Road
    VII.  Doubting Castle
   VIII.  The victory
     IX.  The burden
      X. The hours of darkness
     XI.  The net
    XII.  The divine spark
   XIII.  The broken heart
    XIV.  The wrath of the gods
     XV.  The sapphire for friendship
    XVI.  The open door
   XVII.  The lion in the path
  XVIII.  The truth
    XIX.  The furnace
     XX.  The coming of Greatheart
    XXI.  The valley of humiliation
   XXII.  Spoken in jest
  XXIII.  The knight in disguise
   XXIV.  The mountain side
    XXV.  The trusty friend
   XXVI.  The last summons
  XXVII.  The mountain-top
 XXVIII.  Consolation
   XXIX.  The seventh heaven

PART I

CHAPTER I

The wanderer.

Biddy Maloney stood at the window of her mistress’s bedroom, and surveyed the world with eyes of stern disapproval.  There was nothing of the smart lady’s maid about Biddy.  She abominated smart lady’s maids.  A flyaway French cap and an apron barely reaching to the knees were to her the very essence of flighty impropriety.  There was just such a creature in attendance upon Lady Grace de Vigne who occupied the best suite of rooms in the hotel, and Biddy very strongly resented her existence.  In her own mind she despised her as a shameless hussy wholly devoid of all ideas of “dacency.”  Her resentment was partly due to the fact that the indecent one belonged to the party in possession of the best suite, which they had occupied some three weeks before Biddy and her party had appeared on the scene.

It was all Master Scott’s fault, of course.  He ought to have written to engage rooms sooner, but then to be sure the decision to migrate to this winter paradise in the Alps had been a sudden one.  That had been Sir Eustace’s fault.  He was always so sudden in his ways.