"Yes."
He laughed. "You mustn't go about saying those things. People will think you mad."
"Let them. I don't care—I don't care if you think I'm mad. I only think it's beastly of you to say so."
"You're not madder than I am. We're all mad. Mad as hatters. You and me and Dank and Roddy and Uncle Victor. Poor Charlotte's the sanest of the lot, and she's the only one that's got shut up."
"Why do you say she's the sanest?"
"Because she knew what she wanted."
"Yes. She knew what she wanted. She spent her whole life trying to get it. She went straight for that one thing. Didn't care a hang what anybody thought of her."
"So they said poor Charlotte was mad."
"She was only mad because she didn't get it."
"Yes, Minx…. Would poor Minky like to be married?"