Once Miss Priscilla Wentworth had been a well-bred young lady. That was before family tragedy left her without shelter from poverty and want. Now Priscilla supposed she should count herself lucky that a gentleman like Sir Gerald Stapleton wanted her to be his most favored favorite-someone who was worthy of being his mistress. But Priscilla was not foolish enough to think that lucky in lust mean lucky in love--just as Sir Gerald did not dream that Priscilla could be anything more to him than a plaything of passion.