“How interesting,” said the good old Mater.
Adela nibbled a salted almond pensively.
“Absolute nailer,” said Mr. Philip.
“How very interesting. And Busoni’s first piece was the overture to the polonaise by Chopin—quite classical, of course, but so full of verve and charm.”
“Her name is Mary Caspar, and Teddy Clapham hadn’t heard of her before.”
“What a strain it must be for those poor professionals. It made one quite ill to watch Busoni. Poor man got so excited, but a polonaise in such a difficult form of music, one understands.”
“‘Nelson and his Boys in Blue’ was absolutely rippin’. I say, Mater, if you have some free afternoon, Saturday or Wednesday, I should like you and Adela to come and hear her sing it, awfully.”
“And Sir Henry Wood conducted so admirably, didn’t he, Adela dear?”
“I suppose he is a good conductor,” said Adela. “But music is so tiresome unless one happens to be musical, and even then one is likely to be bored.”
“Ought to have come to Cinderella,” said Mr. Philip. “Enjoyed it awfully, I’m sure. An absolute nailer. I mean to go again.”