"How you treat us poor devils of men!" said Grandcourt, lowering his tone. "We are always getting the worst of it."
"_Are_ you?" said Gwendolen, in a tone of inquiry, looking at him more navely than usual. She longed to believe this commonplace _badinage_ as the serious truth about her lover: in that case, she too was justified. If she knew everything, Mrs. Glasher would appear more blamable than Grandcourt. "_Are_ you always getting the worst?"

"How you treat us poor devils of men!" said Grandcourt. "We are always getting the worst of it."
"Are you?" said Gwendolen. She longed to believe this commonplace statement was the truth: in that case, Mrs. Glasher would appear more blameable than Grandcourt. "Are you always getting the worst?"
