It's my brother's." "He looks a nice boy," Anne said.
Nap's smile became supercilious.

"He is a nice boy, Lady Carfax.

But nice boys don't always make nice men, you know.

They turn into prigs sometimes." Anne diverted the subject with an instinctive feeling that it was one upon which they might not agree.
"There is a considerable difference between you ?" she asked.
"Eight years," said Nap.

"I am thirty, Lucas five years older.