"Do you consider that we are careless of mankind ?--living as we do in the biggest crowd in the world, and running about always pursued and pursuing." It had made him think indeed a little longer than she had meant; but he came up again, as she might have said, smiling.

"Well, I don't know.

We get nothing but the fun, do we ?" "No," she had hastened to declare; "we certainly get nothing but the fun." "We do it all," he had remarked, "so beautifully." "We do it all so beautifully." She hadn't denied this for a moment.

"I see what you mean." "Well, I mean too," he had gone on, "that we haven't, no doubt, enough, the sense of difficulty." "Enough?
Enough for what ?" "Enough not to be selfish." "I don't think YOU are selfish," she had returned--and had managed not to wail it.
"I don't say that it's me particularly--or that it's you or Charlotte or Amerigo.

But we're selfish together--we move as a selfish mass.