Garibaldi is brave, but lacks wisdom. He actually prefers to go to London rather than come to Berlin. You know, I just want to catch him, while Sir Arthur Hastings will likely put a price tag on him and sell him to Napoleon III.
—Otto von Bismarck
Bismarck's reply made Arthur immensely satisfied.
He fished out a cigar case from his pocket, took one and stuffed it into Bismarck's mouth, lighting it for him personally.
"Otto, you're a smart young man, among the many youths I've met, you're the smartest. It goes without saying, you'll surely become a big shot one day."
Bismarck felt a bit unhappy hearing Arthur speak to him in such a condescending tone. Although he could say a few insincere words for a school recommendation letter and scholarship, it didn't mean he was willing to be anyone's lackey.
After all, he was a Prussian Junker noble, and back at his ancestral estate, Schoenhausen Manor in Stendal, he was the one who spoke condescendingly to the peasants.
