Overdone, weary, rest for her nerves.
Nonsense.

I assure you she has no more nerves than I have." I don't know how he meant it, but at that moment, slim and elegant, he seemed a mere bundle of nerves himself, with the flitting expressions on his thin, well-bred face, with the restlessness of his meagre brown hands amongst the objects on the table.

With some pipe ash amongst a little spilt wine his forefinger traced a capital R.

Then he looked into an empty glass profoundly.

I have a notion that I sat there staring and listening like a yokel at a play.