Marguerite
When the arrogant Duke of Argyle makes an offer for her hand, Lady Marguerite Lennox is quick to refuse—because why would she agree to spend her life with someone so uncongenial? Freshly arrived from Paris, she is the toast of the town and wants to enjoy her first season dancing the nights away. Her parents are disappointed she has turned down the best catch in the matrimonial stakes; and the duke himself is reeling from the insult to his ego. He decides to pursue her, as he has never pursued anyone before—so far, he has gone out of his way to avoid any entanglements. He meets with scant success—his aim is to conquer, to bend her to his will, but Marguerite means to marry for love.
When the duke steals a burning kiss at a ball, sparks fly. Marguerite is struck by lightning but is terrified of getting burnt—she cannot imagine her life stretching before her, devoid of fun and affection. She is more drawn to her other suitors, who are charming and easy going.
Meeting the duke at a country house party, they draw closer and, unable to resist, she gives herself to him late one mad, passionate night. Yet she still refuses to marry him, unable to commit to a man she is unsure about—she fears life will be bleak after passion has waned.
Trying to force her hand, the duke threatens to leave for India. Before she coming to a decision, Marguerite hears he has been badly injured in a near-fatal driving accident. At last sure of her feelings, she flies to his side. Pretending to be betrothed, she stays to nurse him at the inn where he has been taken, and close proximity helps her mellow his attitude to life.
Slowly they iron out their differences and decide to get married—at that very inn.