She frowned as if his words were stirring an unwelcome chord in her. “Do you realise,” she went on, “that when I knew, I almost took my own life? And I should probably have done so if my employer had not died suddenly and, leaving me all she possessed, made me a rich woman. Then I went abroad to have my baby, and remained there until two years ago, when I came back to England to find out about you. As you had qualified as a doctor, you were easily traced, and I came here to be near you. I thought you wouldn't recognise me and, hating you like poison, I let you make love to me.” Her lips curved in scorn. “You were an easy prey.”
“Yes, because you reminded me of Adele,” commented the doctor promptly. “I thought so from the very first, although the possibility of your being she, of course, n
