Four people. A woman who has not known the passionate turmoil of love for ten years; and suddenly encounters the need for just such a love. A man devotion enough to let her go. A younger man with desire enough to keep her too close. A woman who watches, tautly aware that impossible indifference must hide the hurt within her. Four people, jaggedly emerging from the superficial gloss of the Paris social set, each drawn out by Mademoiselle Sagan’s impressive insight into real life and real love. La Chamade? The roll on a drum to announce defeat. But whose is the victory?