I asked Bones, “What is in the case under the table”.
“My Cornet,” she said at which point it was retrieved and displayed.
Bones fingered the valves in the way that ‘brassists’1 do, then proceeded to give a short demonstration, the Trumpet Voluntary I think.
“So it’s like a trumpet then?”
“Nothing like a trumpet,” she said.
“OK,” says I.
Boots said in his own inimitable way, “Cornet? Trumpet? sounds like a racket to me”
1. This may be a new word. William Shakespeare invented 1700 new words so I have a few to go to catch up.