Somehow that had not occurred to Boodles. Perhaps Weevil did know, and for reasons of his own had kept the information from her.
"I'll ask him," she promised. "But Mr. Bellamie has been to see daddy. Why didn't he ask him?"
"Weevil told him he is your grandfather."
"You mean my old daddy-man is my grandfather?" cried Boodles, very much astonished. "Why hasn't he told me then?"
"Hasn't he?"
"Never."
Aubrey was too young to care; but he certainly felt suspicions about Weevil, and thoughtlessly expressed them by saying: "I suppose he was telling the truth."
"Of course he was," said Boodles. "Old daddy couldn't tell a lie however much he wanted to. It would hurt him so badly he would groan and grunt for a week. What else did he tell your father?"
"He didn't say. But, darling, you'll find out."
"Oh, Aubrey," she said pathetically. "Do you care?"