She had always realized that her mother must on no account be upset.
And though Louise told her now that she would not hear of her sacrificing herself for a tiresome old woman the girl simply would not listen.
It wasn’t a question of sacrificing herself, it was a happiness to do what she could for her poor dear mother.
With a sigh her mother let her do a great deal.
“It pleases the child to think she’s making herself useful,” she said.
“Don’t you think she ought to go out and about more?” I asked.
“That’s what I’m always telling her.
I can’t get her to enjoy herself.
Heaven knows, I never want anyone to put themselves out on my account.”
And Iris, when I remonstrated with her, said:
“Poor dear mother, she wants me to go and stay with friends and go to parties, but the moment I start off anywhere she has one of her heart attacks, so I much prefer to stay at home.”
But presently she fell in love.
A young friend of mine, a very good lad, asked her to marry him and she consented.
I liked the child and was glad that she was to be given at last the chance to lead a life of her own.
She had never seemed to suspect that such a thing was possible.
But one day the young man came to me in great distress and told me that his marriage was indefinitely postponed.
Iris felt that she could not desert her mother.
Of course it was really no business of mine, but I made the opportunity to go and see Louise.
She was always glad to receive her friends at tea-time and now that she was older she cultivated the society of painters and writers.
“Well, I hear that Iris isn’t going to be married,” I said after a little.
“I don’t know about that.
She’s not going to be married quite as soon as I could have wished.
I’ve begged her on my bended knees not to consider me, but she absolutely refuses to leave me.”
“Don’t you think it’s rather hard on her?”
“Dreadfully.
Of course it can only be for a few months, but I hate the thought of anyone sacrificing themselves for me.”
“My dear Louise, you’ve buried two husbands, I can’t see the least reason why you shouldn’t bury at least two more.”
“Do you think that’s funny?” she asked me in a tone that she made as offensive as she could.
“I suppose it’s never struck you as strange that you’re always strong enough to do anything you want to and that your weak heart only prevents you from doing things that bore you?”
“Oh, I know, I know what you’ve always thought of me.
You’ve never believed that I had anything the matter with me, have you?”
I looked at her full and square.
“Never.
I think you’ve carried out for twenty-five years a stupendous bluff.
I think you’re the most selfish and monstrous woman I have ever known.
You ruined the lives of those two wretched men you married and now you’re going to ruin the life of your daughter.”
I should not have been surprised if Louise had had a heart attack then.
I fully expected her to fly into a passion.
She merely gave me a gentle smile.
“My poor friend, one of these days you’ll be so dreadfully sorry you said this to me.”
“Have you quite determined that Iris shall not marry this boy?”
“I’ve begged her to marry him.
I know it’ll kill me, but I don’t mind.
Nobody cares for me.
I’m just a burden to everybody.”
“Did you tell her it would kill you?”
“She made me.”
“As if anyone ever made you do anything that you were not yourself quite determined to do.”
“She can marry her young man tomorrow if she likes.
If it kills me, it kills me.”