"Oh, no, you only think you are, dear lady. You are deceiving yourself. I speak as One Who Did Once Know." Miss Theodosia, on her way for cups of tea, paused in her dim doorway. "Diseases change so. In ten years " "In ten years 'nerve-itis' has lost none of its pep rather annexed more. It may have another name." "Nerve-itus Dance," murmured the voice in the doorway.