And she took Cyril's hand and led him forward.
"Good afternoon, grandfather," said Cyril, trying to take his hand out of Aunt Josephine's.

Grandfather Pinner shot his eyes at Cyril in the way he was famous for.

Where was Auntie Con?
She stood on the other side of Aunt Josephine; her long arms hung down in front of her; her hands were clasped.

She never took her eyes off grandfather.
"Well," said Grandfather Pinner, beginning to thump, "what have you got to tell me ?" What had he, what had he got to tell him?
Cyril felt himself smiling like a perfect imbecile.

The room was stifling, too.
But Aunt Josephine came to his rescue.