“Darling!” said Mrs. Heywood, still more anxiously.
“Oh, there’s nothing the matter with me from a physical point of view. But mentally and morally I’m a demnition wreck.”
“Aren’t you taking your iron pills regularly?” said his mother.
“Pills! As if pills could cure melancholia!” Mrs. Heywood was aghast at that dreadful word.
“Good Heavens, dear!”
“I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown,” said Herbert.
“Oh, Herbert,” cried his mother, “I hope not!”
“I’m working up to a horrible crisis,” said Herbert.
“What are your symptoms? How do you feel?” asked his mother.
“I feel like smashing things,” said Herbert savagely.