Fiery young "Nell" Belden went to Thorndene Castle to escape a lover, not to find one. She was bound by the strict conventions of England's Regency to a man she could never love, then bound by the ties of passion to a man she could never marry! For at Thorndene, she discovered a new and startling love, a love that was as intense as it was doomed . . .
"You must leave Thorndene!" said the ghost. Then he added, more gently, "I come to warn you, not to harm you. I may never touch you, any more than a shadow may.."
"What does that signify?" Nell asked. "Since you are dead, you can have no need or inclination to touch me anyway."
"You can't know much about men - or ghosts - or how delightful you look in that nightdress, if you believe that," he said with disturbing sincerity.
Nell blushed and pulled the bedclothes over her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the ghostly figure was gone . . .