They called her Miss Fell for the spot where Richard Carstairs had found her--Daws Fell. He had carried her home in his arms; and from the moment she opened her sea-green eyes in bewilderment and pain, she had captured his heart.
But who was she?
Despite her gentle manner, she might be only a governess--or even a butcher's daughter who had an education. Dare a man like Carstairs--who considered his only - attribute to be his position in society--risk offering for someone who did not know her own name, let alone her station in life?