Then I took my resolution suddenly, as I had done before. It was not
with the hope and high spirit that had kept me up when I went off to
Ostend that I left Southampton Street, my own house. I was sick and
tired, that was all. I could not be troubled to go on. I was worried and
impatient and indignant--and then Mary had a friend to take care of her.
I went away. I went to an hospital after a while in the same irritated
hopeless state, feeling that it did not matter what happened; and there
my boy was born. Well! what did it matter? They are for honest, poor
women, these hospitals--and Heaven knows I was poor enough, but honest.
One cares for one’s self only when one has other people who care. I had
nobody. I did not lose heart altogether, because that is not my nature.
I could not if I would; but what did I care for what people would think
or for what they might say? no more than for the buzzing of the flies. I
should never even hear of it--there was nobody to tell me, nobody to pay
any attention. I thought most likely I should die; but I did not
calculate upon dying, for by that time I knew I had strength to go
through a great deal. And so I did. My boy was quite strong and well,
and I got quite well and strong too. Often I have thought this showed
how little heart I must have; but I could not help it. I got quite
strong. I reflected seriously whether I should not try for a nurse’s
place, which was very well paid, and where very little was required; but
even if I could have parted with my boy, I had no one to trust with the
care of him. So instead of doing this, I made shift to live for a whole
year upon my forty pounds of income, with a little more which I earned
by needlework. When you are a very good needlewoman, you can always earn
something. I did very well; I made baby clothes; my eyes were strong,
and my health was good, and I had my own baby to comfort me. There is
nothing that comforts like a baby. When the child laughs, you laugh too.
You laugh to make him laugh; first it is sympathy, then it is delight,
till gradually you grow a baby too, and are amused at nothing, and happy
for nothing, and live over again, beginning at the very beginning, in
the child.
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