"I think it is worst when it seems to be in the very centre of one's head, like a red-hot nail being driven in with a hammer--is that like what you feel ?" "I--yes, I daresay.

I don't quite know," she answered, her eyes wandering uneasily about the room.

"I suppose you have dreadful headaches over your work, do you not, Mr.Short ?" she added quickly, feeling that she must say something.
"Oh, it is all over now," said John rather proudly.

But as he leaned back in his chair he said to himself that this meeting was not precisely what he had anticipated; the subject of headaches might have a fine interest in its way, but he had expected to have talked of more tender things.

To his own great surprise he felt no desire to do so, however.