She was groping for something she had lost, and the merest thread was worth following.
'If you like I'll sing for him,' she said.
'Oh, he simply hates music!' answered Lady Maud, with unconscious indifference to the magnificence of such an offer from the greatest lyric soprano alive.
Margaret laughed in spite of herself.
'Do you hate music too ?' she asked.
'No, indeed! I could listen to you for ever.

But my father is quite different.

I believe he hears half a note higher with one ear than with the other.

At all events the effect of music on him is dreadful.
He behaves like a cat in a thunderstorm.

If you want to please him, talk to him about old bindings.