Algernon. What was it?
Morgana. I do not know that I ought to tell you.
Algernon. Oh, pray do.
Morgana. He said, 'The chances are against it.' 'What are the odds?' said Lord Curryfin. 'Seven to one,' said the doctor. 'It ought not to be so,' said Lord Curryfin, 'for here is a whole Greek chorus against seven vestals.' The doctor said, 'I do not estimate the chances by the mere balance of numbers.'
Algernon. He might have said more as to the balance of numbers.
Morgana. He might have said more, that the seven outweighed the one.
Algernon. He could not have said that
Morgana. It would be much for the one to say that the balance was even.
Algernon. But how if the absentee himself had been weighed against another in that one's own balance?
Morgana. One to one promises at least more even weight