"Don't know a thing like that about your own father, Cyril ?" "Surely," said Auntie Con softly.
Cyril tried to laugh it off.

"Oh, well," he said, "it's such a long time since--" He faltered.

He stopped.

Their faces were too much for him.
"Even so," said Josephine.
And Auntie Con looked.
Cyril put down his teacup.

"Wait a bit," he cried.