‘Especially,’ she said, ‘if it is China tea.’
I did not like Indian tea.
Mrs. Simms made the coffee that morning. It was not so good as when I made it; I noticed the difference, but Walter did not. I was sorry he did not; I wondered if he had only said he liked mine best, to please me, if he had really never noticed it different at all.
I felt very ill, those next months, and although I was so happy, I cried quite often at silly things. It was very odd to me to feel like this, for I had never been ill in my life except when I was seven and had measles. Ordinarily I felt so well and full of life. I did not expect to be tired at the end of the day; now I felt very tired, and as though the life had gone out of me.
Maud said:
‘You must not let Helen become invalidish, Walter. She ought to realize that having a child is not an illness at all.’
Walter said:
‘That depends, I suppose, on whether she feels ill.’
Maud said:
‘Not in the least; that is merely subjective; a great many women give way in these things, especially women of Helen’s type. It is most important that she should lead a normal and active life.’