CHAPTER 3.IX.
They knocked at the door, and Cyril followed his aunts into grandfather's hot, sweetish room.
"Come on," said Grandfather Pinner.

"Don't hang about.

What is it?
What've you been up to ?" He was sitting in front of a roaring fire, clasping his stick.

He had a thick rug over his knees.

On his lap there lay a beautiful pale yellow silk handkerchief.
"It's Cyril, father," said Josephine shyly.