"But you do admit that we can't help things," said Gwendolen, with a drop in her tone. The answer had not been anything like what she had expected. "I mean that things are so in spite of us; we can't always help it that our gain is another's loss."
"Clearly. Because of that, we should help it where we can."
Gwendolen, biting her lip inside, paused a moment, and then forcing herself to speak with an air of playfulness again, said,
"But why should you regret it more because I am a woman?"
"Perhaps because we need that you should be better than we are."
"But suppose _we_ need that men should be better than we are," said Gwendolen with a little air of "check!"

"But you do admit that we can't help things," said Gwendolen. The answer had not been anything like what she had expected. "We can't always help it that our gain is another's loss."
"Clearly. But we should help it where we can."
Gwendolen, biting her lip, paused, and then forcing herself to speak playfully again, said-
"But why should you regret it more because I am a woman?"
"Perhaps because we need you to be better than us."
"But suppose we need men to be better than us," said Gwendolen with a little air of "check!"
