The Earl of Lemsford's daughters were very diferent, the eldest was a perfect lady and the second a little tomboy. When Lord Athol, the Duke of Doncaster sought the hand of his second daughter, the Earl stared at his prospective son-in-law in undisguised horror.

"I think Your Grace has made a mistake!"

"Not at all," replied the young Duke, "it was actually your second daughter I had in mind--Lady Antonia..."

"Antonia?"

"Of course," the Duke continued, "if you do not wish to give your consent to such a union..."

"My dear fellow, I'm not saying you cannot marry Antonia," the Earl said quickly, "I merely thought you would prefer my elder daughter. No matter...Ah, Antonia, may I introduce His Grace the Duke of Doncaster. The Duke has asked for your hand in marriage."

"I am indeed honoured, Your Grace," Antonia said in a quiet voice. But the Duke was certain that she winked at him.

Antonia was offered herself to a marriage of convenience to the Duke of Doncaster in place of her reluctant sister, who is in love with another. But on honeymoon, Athol is wounded in a duel and it is only then that Antonia realizes she loves him.