A Respect for Her Nerves

nerves.’ ‘You are wrong, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves.

They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them a lot these last twenty

years at least.’ ‘Ah, you do not know what I suffer.’ ‘But I hope you

will get over it and that you live to see many young men who win four thousand a year,

like Mr. Bingley, who will come into the neighbourhood.’ ‘It will be no use to us,

if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.’ ‘You can be sure,

my dear, that when