For Clara Deverill, standing in for the real Lady Truelove means dispensing advice on problems she herself has never managed to overcome. There's nothing for it but to retreat to a tearoom and hope inspiration strikes between scones. It doesn't--until Clara overhears a rake waxing eloquent on the art of 'honorable' jilting. The cad may look like an Adonis, but he's about to find himself on the wrong side of Lady Truelove.