It did not improve his temper to see Anne's eyes flash sudden interrogation at Nap's serenely smiling countenance, though he did not suspect the meaning of her glance.
"I am not in favour of the scheme," he said shortly, as Nap ended.
Nap slightly raised his brows.

"No?
I understood otherwise." The blood mounted to Sir Giles's forehead.

"Either you were misinformed or your intelligence is at fault," he said, with that in his voice that was so nearly an open insult that, for a second, even Nap looked dangerous.
Then quite quietly, without raising her eyes, Anne intervened.

"I think you ought to explain to Mr.Errol, Giles, that you have only recently changed your mind." Sir Giles rounded on her malignantly.

"What the devil has that to do with it, or with you, for that matter?
Do you think I don't know my own mind?
Do you think--" "I know exactly what Lady Carfax thinks," cut in Nap, moving deliberately so that he stood directly between Sir Giles and the tea-table.