Maud Dennis, for such it was, although she bore no right to the name, gradually recovered.
Sal was at the bedside and smoothed her hair.
'Who are you?'
There was a faint suspicion of jealousy in the tone of her voice.
'I am Sal, Jim Dennis's housekeeper.'
'Not his wife?'
Sal looked at her with contempt as she answered,—
'No, not his wife.'
'Forgive me. I loved him so much long ago.'
'Then why did you leave him? It was cruel,' said Sal.