Mr.Errol--my husband." She made the introduction without a tremor, but she kept her eyes downcast as if she did not wish to see them meet.

Perhaps she divined that a gleam of supercilious humour flickered in Nap's eyes as he made easy response.
"I have been waiting for the pleasure of meeting you," he drawled.
"I dropped in on the chance, and Lady Carfax assured me you wouldn't be long." Sir Giles scowled more heavily than before.

He shot a malignant glance at his wife.
"Who in thunder made her so clever ?" he growled.

"And what did you want to see me for?
Have I ever met you before ?" His voice was thick, the words somewhat difficult to distinguish.
Nap's smile was unmistakably sardonic.

"Many times," he said.