This is the tale of a very naive ninnyhammer who travels from London to Wales to demand her inheritance from an uncle who received the inheritance from her father, who had no male heirs. That uncle is now dead and the inheritance has been transferred to the man known locally as the Prince of Powys. The Prince is also the uncle of the man with whom Phoebe, the ninnyhammer, traveled alone for the last part of her trip (her female companion had died mysteriously shortly after Percy joined them), in a private carriage that Phoebe paid for (did I say she was naive?). And the day after they arrive at the castle, she allows Percy to kiss and fondle her (prone on a sofa) because 'it felt so good to have a man's arms around her' (I did say she was a ninnyhammer, didn't I?), and of course they're observed, and now the Prince calls her a whore as well as a con artist trying to claim someone else's inheritance, and, and, and... If this sounds totally ridiculous, I've been successful!