I was all right next day.

I suppose I had had what women call _nerves_.
I never knew what nerves meant before, because no two women I ever met seemed to have the same kind.

If it is slamming a door that upsets one woman's nerves, it may be coming in on tiptoe that will upset another's.
You never can tell.

But I am sure it was nerves with me that first night; I know I have never felt so queer since.

Oh yes I have, though--once.