Palmerston took a small sip of wine, his actions as composed as ever, as if he'd never thrown a teacup to the ground in anger.
If it were the first time meeting him, one would never guess that Palmerston's nickname at the Foreign Office is "The Overseer."
He held the bottom of the cup with one hand and gently stirred the wine with the other, seemingly considering how to put his words just right.
"Arthur, I must say, I've always had a good impression of you. Especially those military reports about Russia were brilliantly written, though the Duke of Wellington seems to have differing opinions."
This news quite astonished Arthur, because Wellington had never mentioned this matter to him before.
"Really? What does His Excellency think I got wrong?"
