Gail Sanders knew very well that she had to run from Ralph, Earl of Savile, like from fire. It is unlikely that one of the most eligible bachelors in England, about whom all the brilliant beauties of high society dreamed in vain, could give the poor young widow anything other than a hopelessly ruined reputation. However, what do conventions mean in the face of the insane passion that does not recognize the arguments of reason, engulfing Gail and Ralph like a raging flame...