Lord Clayborne was in love.
Rebecca was the woman he had waited for: beautiful–with a fresh, open countenance; innocent, but intelligent, agreeable, but independent. And so they were married.
Suddenly he decided that her beauty was only skin-deep, her innocence was illusion, and her independence was really wilful disregard of his feelings.
And, bewildered Rebecca must use all her beauty, intelligence and independence to overcome what she could not understand…
