But still he couldn't be expected to know.
"But you'll have a meringue, won't you, Cyril ?" said Aunt Josephine.
"These meringues were bought specially for you.

Your dear father was so fond of them.

We were sure you are, too." "I am, Aunt Josephine," cried Cyril ardently.

"Do you mind if I take half to begin with ?" "Not at all, dear boy; but we mustn't let you off with that." "Is your dear father still so fond of meringues ?" asked Auntie Con gently.

She winced faintly as she broke through the shell of hers.
"Well, I don't quite know, Auntie Con," said Cyril breezily.
At that they both looked up.
"Don't know ?" almost snapped Josephine.