The town was small, the street was narrow, and the wind was almost gale-force. Victoria Clay, a leading actress and manager of a semi-amateur troupe, who had recently moved here from her native place, got tangled in her long skirt in the fashion of the last century and, as she turned, ran into someone’s broad chest. Strong arms held her, preventing her from falling. Throwing her head high to see the stranger's face, she met the slightly mocking gaze of beautiful dark eyes, not yet knowing that it was fate that touched her with its finger...