'They regard you quite as a magistrate,' said Edith. 'But it was too bad of them to come and bother you so early.'
'Oh no. Not at all. I assure you I enjoy it. And, besides, a boy with Archie's musical talents is bound to have the artistic temperament, you know, and—well—of course, we all know what that leads to—excitement; and finally a quarrel sometimes.'
'If he were really musical I should have thought he ought to be more harmonious,' Edith said.
'Oh, by the way, Edith, did you consult Landi about him?' Bruce inquired. 'You said you intended to.'
'Oh yes, I did. Landi can see no sign of musical genius yet.'
'Dear, dear!' said Bruce.
'Ah, but I am convinced he's wrong. Wait a few years and you'll find he'll agree with me yet,' said Madame Frabelle. 'I'm not at all sure, either, that a composer like Landi is necessarily the right person to judge of youthful genius.'
'Perhaps not. And yet you'd think he'd know a bit about it, too! I mean to say, they wouldn't have made him a baronet if he didn't understand his profession. Excuse my saying so, won't you?'
'Not at all,' she answered. 'It doesn't follow. I mean it doesn't follow that he's right about Archie. Did he try the boy's voice?' she asked Edith.
'Very much.'