But yet I am practically certain that the majority of people here are good people.

And being good is an adventure far more violent and daring than sailing round the world.

Besides--" "Go on," I said.
No answer came.
"Go on," I said, looking up.
The big blue eyes of Basil Grant were standing out of his head and he was paying no attention to me.

He was staring over the side of the tram.
"What is the matter ?" I asked, peering over also.
"It is very odd," said Grant at last, grimly, "that I should have been caught out like this at the very moment of my optimism.

I said all these people were good, and there is the wickedest man in England." "Where ?" I asked, leaning over further, "where ?" "Oh, I was right enough," he went on, in that strange continuous and sleepy tone which always angered his hearers at acute moments, "I was right enough when I said all these people were good.