The content of the letter was not lengthy, one might say it was exceedingly brief, yet its weight was as heavy as a brick.
——Mr. Disraeli: I hope to meet at the Carlton Club this evening at eight o'clock; the Duke and I both desire to hear your words personally.
——Robert Peel
This sentence sent chills down Disraeli's spine, not out of flattery, but because he had botched the matter of bringing Arthur into the party.
With this thought, Disraeli could not help but sigh, but he eventually got out of the carriage.
Raindrops hit his top hat; he carried no umbrella, simply adjusted his cloak closer, took a deep breath, and headed towards the main door.
No welcoming attendant stood before the door, no doorman was present, only a dim gaslight hanging, casting light on an insignia barely visible on the door ring, engraved with a line of Latin in black and gold: Conservare quod bonum est (To preserve what is good).
