BOOK I: THE RAID CHAPTER I: THE CEREMONY CHAPTER II: THE WINTER AFTERNOON CHAPTER III: KATHERINE CHAPTER IV: THE FOREST CHAPTER V: THE FINEST THING CHAPTER VI: THE SHOCK BOOK II: THE FEATHER BED CHAPTER I: KATHERINE IN LOVE CHAPTER II: MRS. TRENCHARD CHAPTER III: LIFE AND HENRY CHAPTER IV: GARTH IN ROSELANDS CHAPTER V: THE FEAST CHAPTER VI: SUNDAY CHAPTER VII: ROCHE ST. MARY MOOR BOOK III: KATHERINE AND ANNA CHAPTER I: KATHERINE ALONE CHAPTER II: THE MIRROR CHAPTER III: ANNA AND MRS. TRENCHARD CHAPTER IV: THE WILD NIGHT CHAPTER V: THE TRENCHARDS CHAPTER VI: THE CEREMONY BOOK I THE RAID CHAPTER I THE CEREMONY I The fog had swallowed up the house, and the house had submitted. So thick was this fog that the towers of Westminster Abbey, the river, and the fat complacency of the church in the middle of the Square, even the three Plane Trees in front of the old gate and the heavy old-fashioned porch had all vanished together, leaving in their place, the rattle of a cab, the barking of a dog, isolated sounds that ascended, plaintively, from a lost, a submerged world. The House had, indeed, in its time seen many fogs for it had known its first one in the days of Queen Anne and even then it had yielded, without surprise and without curiosity, to its tyranny. On the brightest of days this was a solemn, unenterprising, unimaginative building, standing four-square to all the winds, its windows planted stolidly, securely, its vigorous propriety well suited to its safe, unagitated surroundings. Its faded red brick had weathered many London storms and would weather many more: that old, quiet Square, with its uneven stones, its church, and its plane-trees, had the Abbey, the Houses of Parliament, the river for its guardians ... the skies might fall, the Thames burst into a flaming fire, Rundle Square would not stir from its tranquillity.