`But my Uncle Matthew is your heir, Grandfather-isn`t he?' `No'. `Then who is, sir?' demanded Anthea. `A weaver`s brat!' he replied, his voice vibrant with loathing. Miles from anywhere, Darracott Place is presided over by the irascible Lord Darracott. The recent drowning of his eldest son has done nothing to improve his temper. For now he must send for the unknown offspring of the uncle whom the family are never permitted to mention. Yet none of that beleaguered family are prepared for the arrival of the weaber`s brat and heir apparent.