When Clive Lister, rich and handsome, came into Deborah's hardworking and rather uneventful life, John Harriby issued all sorts of dire warning about wolfishness. But John was not quite impartial, for he was more than a little in love with Deborah himself, and only too well aware that he could not offer her as much as Clive could. Yet that would have carried no weight with Deborah if she had really loved John. But meanwhile, would John prove to be right after all, and would Deborah regret that she had ever set eyes on Clive?