"Gertrude said she thought some of the overture was wicked," said he, "and I said I didn't know what she meant. Is it very stupid of me?"
Mrs. Davenport looked up quickly at Gertrude.
"No, dear; I think it's very wise of you," she said.
Reggie jumped up.
"I didn't know I was ever wise," he said. "It's really a delightful discovery. Thank you, mummy. Gerty, you'll have to respect me for ever, now you know I'm wise. I shall invest in a sense of dignity."
"I never said you were wise," remarked Gertrude, "and I refuse to be responsible for any opinions but my own."
"Oh, I'll be responsible," murmured Mrs. Davenport.
Reggie looked from one to the other with the air of an intelligent dog.
"I daresay it's all right," he said, "but I don't know what it's all about."
"Oh! Reggie, you do understand," said Gertrude; "don't be ridiculous."