“Turn over the music. Indigestion?”
“Good heavens, Adelaide, what a question!”
“Well, what is it, then?”
Lord Loring looked toward Stella and her companion. “They don’t seem to get on together as well as I had hoped,” he said.
“I should think not—when you are walking about and disturbing them! Sit down there behind me.”
“What am I to do?”
“Am I not playing? Listen to me.”
“My dear, I don’t understand modern German music.”
“Then read the evening paper.”
The evening paper had its attractions. Lord Loring took his wife’s advice.