Perhaps Olinda Selwyn's mother had been right after all.

Olinda had accepted a job restoring embroidered tapestries for the Dowager Countess of Kelvedon. The Selwyns certainly needed the money. But Olinda's mother was afraid-afraid that her pretty, innocent daughter would fall victim to advances from worldly gentlemen.

Olinda had laughed at her mother's fears. But she was not laughing now. The Dowager Countess's young lover was making no secret of his designs on Olinda's virtue. The girl felt helpless: she certainly could not turn to the Countess. Who would protect her?