"It is rather," said he. "But it's all right here."
"It isn't all right anywhere," said Daisy. "I shall go indoors. I've got a headache."
"Wish I could take it," said he.
"Oh, don't be foolish. Thanks awfully; I know you mean it. But one can't take other people's burdens, you know. We are all saddled separately, and—and all we can do is to pretend we aren't saddled at all, and make grimaces and pretend to enjoy ourselves. Do pretend—we all pretend."
"Oh, I've been pretending a long time," said he.
Daisy's headache gave her a stab that was quite unsettling.
"Men always think about themselves," she remarked. "Don't answer. It is the elm-tree rule."
"I shall answer. Was your remark that men always think about themselves meant to apply to me? I only want to know."
Daisy had some little sense of justice left.
"No," she said. "I don't think it was."