Summary
A death-knell of patriarchal gold reverberates through marble corridors when Irene Simpson-Bates—heiress to a mere fifteen thousand, yet heiress to an ocean of repressed appetite—steps off the train into Manhattan’s electric dusk. The city becomes her boudoir: skyscrapers glint like sequins, gutters steam like breath after a stolen kiss. Enter Courtenay Urquhart, a velvet predator whose smile is a promissory note never meant to clear; he drapes the girl in illusions of silk and champagne, coaxing her toward a sham altar where signatures replace vows. Meanwhile, John Norton—stoic as a Whistler nocturne—engineers a phantom fortune, a paper comet that lures the cad across the Atlantic and leaves Irene alone with the echo of her own footfalls on a hotel carpet still warm from counterfeit conjugality. She returns chastened yet unbroken, her innocence technically intact, her selfhood forged in the crucible of near ruin. The film ends not with a kiss but with a gaze: two silhouettes on a pier, the Statue of Liberty raising her torch behind them like a chaperone who has seen everything and decided, this once, to keep quiet.
Synopsis
After the death of her tyrannical millionaire father, rebellious Irene Simpson-Bates decides to have a fling with her relatively meager inheritance of $15,000. Leaving her straitlaced sweetheart John Norton behind, Irene goes to New York, where she falls under the spell of unscrupulous Courtenay Urquhart. Although he has no intention of actually marrying Irene, Urquhart persuades her to elope with him and signs them into a hotel as husband and wife. Determined to save the woman he loves, John tricks Urquhart into believing that his British uncle has just left him a large inheritance. The loafer immediately sails for England, and Irene returns to John, her eyes opened and her reputation as yet untainted.
