Conybear's jaw dropped. "You mean that—"
Bergson's sneer became ineffable in its superiority.
"And they call men like you brainy! A poor, docile people allow your sort of men to rule them! Whereas, the true secret of your success lies in the fact that you have assumed, and correctly assumed, that the people have no brains and therefore will permit you to do as you will. If it were your own brains that had made you the richest man in the world, you would recognise brains when you met them. You would not merely flatter, or assume that we of the Society are a cut cleverer than the mass of the people whom you rule. You would recognise that we have real brains, the sort of brains that overlook nothing. Mr. Conybear, why do you suppose I sent you to the bank this afternoon?"
"To get money, wa
