Gard St. Clair was dark and wild and mysterious, like his house on the stormy Cornish cliffs. He was also embittered by the results of the terrible accident that had robbed him of his career. And Ynis was going to marry him - or so he told her when she recovered from the accident in which she had lost her memory. Ynis had to believe him; she had to rely on him too, as she seemed to have no one else in the world. Yet he plainly did not love her. What could an experienced man of the world like Gard possibly want of her, a little nobody straight from a convent, when a far more suitable woman - his old love, the beautiful actress Stella Marrick - was his for the asking?