If there's a clown in this matter, then Arthur believes that Austria's Prime Minister Metternich deserves to be elected with a high vote.
After all, during the London Conference, Arthur had sent someone to steal early love letters Metternich wrote to Mrs. Levin.
Although this diplomat, who maneuvered through Europe with prowess, and this statesman who rivaled Mr. Talleyrand in state affairs, had been persistently devoted to Mrs. Levin over the years, even when she left Viscount Palmerston, she didn't head to Vienna, but instead, threw herself into the arms of Gizo in Paris.
Ha!
This good news, maybe I should write a letter to Heine about it.
But upon second thought, Arthur worried that writing might provoke Heine, as that guy's romantic adventures with his two cousins were even more clownish than Metternich's. Perhaps this is a racial gift of the Germans; Metternich couldn't do it, and Heine wasn't much better.
