"I don't like bad people," he said.
"Nor do I, a bit," said Gertrude. "I am glad you don't either. I thought of that this afternoon at the concert."
"Oh! I listened to the music," said Reggie. "I liked it awfully."
"Yes, I know, but it suggested that to me. Half of the overture—all that rippling part seemed so wicked. I think Wagner must have been a bad man. He evidently meant it to be much more attractive than the other."
"I don't see how you can say some parts are wicked and some good. It's all done on the fiddles, you know."
Gertrude laughed.
"I hope you'll never understand, then," she said. "I prefer you as you are. After all, that matters a great deal."
The gong had sounded, and Mrs. Davenport, as she entered the room, heard the last words.
"What doesn't Reggie understand?" she asked.