"Your Excellency," Arthur suddenly spoke, "you didn't come to London merely to help the Duchess of Kent manage accounts, did you? I guess you're here for Her Majesty Victoria's marriage arrangement?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
A butterfly on the rose trellis fluttered up, circled between the two of them, and then stumbled towards the end of the garden.
Stockma did not immediately answer; he just sighed lightly, "I thought you would ask this question a bit later."
Arthur smiled, "But you're not denying it now, are you?"
Stockma turned to look at the garden, "Her Majesty the Princess is growing up. As her uncle, His Majesty Leopold naturally has some concerns about her future."
Arthur asked plainly, "Afraid she'll choose the wrong person?"
