"Good-bye," said Perigal.

"One moment!"

"I can't wait. I must be off too."

"I want to ask you something."

"What is it? Remember, I didn't ask you to wait."

"Who has given you a bad name, and why?"

"Most people who know me."

"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