Mrs. Fane seemed worried by this question.
“Your father was a gentleman,” she said at last.
“What is a gentleman?”
“A good man, always thoughtful and considerate to others.”
“Was that man in the photograph my father?”
“What photograph?” Mrs. Fane parried.
“By your bed at the seaside?”
“I don’t remember,” she said, “Anyway, your father’s dead.”
“Is he? Poor man!” said sympathetic Michael.
“And now run to Nanny and ask her if she remembers where mother put her large muff.”