"Oh! I don't want to, Reggie," she said. "I want to go to the concert at St. James'. They're going to do the Tannhäuser overture."
"That's Wagner, isn't it?" said Reggie, doubtfully. "I think Wagner is ugly."
"Oh, you exceedingly foolish boy," said Gertrude. "You might as well call a storm at sea ugly."
"I don't care," said Reggie, "I think it is hideous. Besides, I want to go to the Hayes."
"Oh, well, then you just sha'n't," said Gertrude. "Really, I want to go awfully to this."
"But it'll be much worse for your cold than going out to lunch."
"Oh, I give up my cold," said she. "I haven't got one, really."
Reggie ate marmalade attentively.
"Do take me to the concert," said Gertrude. "I'm going away in two days. You can go and lunch with the Hayes then. It's a waste of time going out to lunch."