Marigold was very young, very inexperienced, and very trusting -- so perhaps it was hardly surprising that as soon as she met the well-known author Lindley Marne, handsome, worldly, and -- or so he claimed -- unhappily married, she should fall wildly in love with him. But of course it was the usual story, as Marigold found out to her shame and horror in the middle of a shabby little episode with Lindley from which she luckily managed to escape before any real harm was done.
Her rescuer was Paul Irving, as different in every way from Lindley as he could be, and the feeling he soon engendered in Marigold was real love which ended in marriage. The marriage should have been blissfully happy -- but how could it be, when Marigold learned that Lindley, the one man in the world who could and would wreck it in a word, was Paul's brother-in-law?