As Kate’s convalescence stretched to three and then four weeks, Maeve began to fear that her sister was never coming home to Saltmarket. Out of bed, reclining on a sofa in the drawing room - and in new clothes - she was obviously recovering from her illness, but remained pale and ethereal. If not so thin.
Each time Maeve and Finola visited, Kate was pleased to see them, but showed no desire to return to her slum home, or her uncongenial occupation. It troubled Maeve, but in truth, how could she blame her? Who would not enjoy the status of an honoured guest in such a home?
It was on the second Sunday in April when the visit to Kate included a meeting with Doctor Conroy. The walk from St Mary’s had been pleasant - trees burgeoning green and spring blossom scattering on the pavements like s
