When fog maroons the dashing Duke of Marazion at a bleak inn, he soothes his restless soul with a brandy, a book, and a roaring fire. Never does he suspect that the furtive knock at his door will reveal the lovely artist Ilitta, or that he will guide this innocent through the glitter of London society, forsaking the arms of the impetuous Comtesse. At last, the Duke finds the love that so long has eluded him -- but will a ruthless blackmailer tear them apart?
How do you feel?