bagatelle

Sir C. Oh! dear madam, don't ask me, it's a very foolish song—a mere bagatelle.

Char. Oh! Sir Callaghan, I will admit of no excuse.

One afternoon in 1920. a young pianist sat down in a shuttered room in the capital of defeated Germany and played a Bagatelle by Beethoven.

For some time they did nothing save box, but at last they went down to the bagatelle room, and played bagatelle for a bit. They marked this advance in civilization by prodding holes in the ceiling with the bagatelle cues, which gave the ceiling the appearance of a cloth target after a Gatling gun had been shooting at it.