"I read the other day that majorities are always wrong," she remarked.
"Majorities are always right, just the same as minorities and everybody else."
"Everybody right!"
"According to their lights. We are as we are made, and, whatever some people say, we can never be anything else. And that's the devil of it. It's all so unfair."
"Why unfair?"
"It's just one's confounded luck what temperament one's inflicted with. I should think you were to be congratulated. You look as if you could be infernally happy."
"Aren't you?"
"Who is?"
"Loads of people," she declared emphatically.
"The very vain and the very stupid. Who else?"