"I could of course cure you of the nerve-storms you speak of.

Or rather I could help you to have nerve-storms all the time, without any stagnant grown-upness in between.
Then you wouldn't notice the nerve-storms.

This house is a sort of nursing home and college combined.

I'll read you the prospectus." * * * * * "Very amusing," said Miss Ford, after waiting a minute to see if there was any more of the prospectus.

She had quite recovered herself, and was wearing the brisk acute expression that deceived her into claiming a sense of humour.