She turned malignly. He liked her when she turned.
"You mean that she plays abominably."
"I didn't mean to say it."
"Why shouldn't you say it?"
"Because you don't say those things. It isn't polite."
"But I know Alice doesn't play well—not those big things. The wonder is she can play them at all."
"Why does she attempt—the big things?"
"Why does anybody? Because she loves them. She's never heard them properly played. So she doesn't know. She just trusts to her feeling."
"Is there anything else, after all, you can trust?"
"I don't know. You see, Alice's feeling tells her it's all right to play like that, and my feeling tells me it's all wrong."