I. THE SISTERS II. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT III. PASSION IV. THE FATAL DEED V. LOVE AND FATE VI. A SECRET REVEALED VII. MOTHER- AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW VIII. END OF THE SECRET MARRIAGE IX. THE VICTIM X. THE RIVALS XI. THE MARTYRS OF LOVE XII. HERMAN'S STORY XIII. THE FLIGHT OF HERMAN XIV. OVER NORA'S GRAVE XV. NORA'S SON XVI. THE FORSAKEN WIFE XVII. THE COUNTESS AND THE CHILD XVIII. BERENICE XIX. NOBODY'S SON XX. NEWS FROM HERMAN XXI. ISHMAEL'S ADVENTURE XXII. ISHMAEL GAINS HIS FIRST VERDICT XXIII. ISHMAEL'S PROGRESS XXIV. CLAUDIA TO THE RESCUE XXV. A TURNING POINT IN ISHMAEL'S LIFE XXVI. THE FIRE AT BRUDENELL HALL XXVII. ISHMAEL'S FIRST STEP ON THE LADDER XXVIII. ISHMAEL AND CLAUDIA XXIX. YOUNG LOVE XXX. ISHMAEL AND CLAUDIA XXXI. ISHMAEL HEARS A SECRET FROM AN ENEMY XXXII. AT HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE XXXIII. LOVE AND GENIUS XXXIV. UNDER THE OLD ELM TREE XXXV. THE DREAM AND THE AWAKENING XXXVI. DARKNESS XXXVII. THE NEW HOME XXXVIII. ISHMAEL'S STRUGGLES XXXIX. ISHMAEL IN TANGLEWOOD XL. THE LIBRARY XLI. CLAUDIA XLII. ISHMAEL AT TANGLEWOOD XLIII. THE HEIRESS XLIV. CLAUDIA'S PERPLEXITIES XLV. THE INTERVIEW XLVI. NEW LIFE XLVII. RUSHY SHORE XLVIII. ONWARD XLIX. STILL ONWARD L. CLAUDIA'S CITY HOME LI. HEIRESS AND BEAUTY LII. AN EVENING AT THE PRESIDENT'S LIII. THE VISCOUNT VINCENT LIV. ISHMAEL AT THE BALL LV. A STEP HIGHER LVI. TRIAL AND TRIUMPH LVII. THE YOUNG CHAMPION LVIII. HERMAN BRUDENELL LIX. FIRST MEETING OF FATHER AND SON LX. HERMAN AND HANNAH LXI. ENVY LXII. FOILED MALICE LXIII. THE BRIDE ELECT LXIV. CLAUDIA'S WOE LXV. ISHMAEL'S WOE LXVI. THE MARRIAGE MORNING LXVII. BEE'S HANDKERCHIEF ISHMAEL OR, "IN THE DEPTHS." CHAPTER I. THE SISTERS. But if thou wilt be constant then, And faithful of thy word, I'll make thee glorious by my pen And famous by my sword. I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee evermore. --_James Graham_. "Well, if there be any truth in the old adage, young Herman Brudenell will have a prosperous life; for really this is a lovely day for the middle of April--the sky is just as sunny and the air as warm as if it were June," said Hannah Worth, looking out from the door of her hut upon a scene as beautiful as ever shone beneath the splendid radiance of an early spring morning. "And what is that old adage you talk of, Hannah?" inquired her younger sister, who stood braiding the locks of her long black hair before the cracked looking-glass that hung above the rickety chest of drawers.