"Benjamin? Benjamin Disraeli? That shameless guy isn't worth getting so worked up over." Heine adjusted his cravat. "What I saw was my cousin-in-law!"
"Cousin-in-law?" Arthur blinked, completely not expecting this answer. "You mean your rival in love? From the past?"
"Yes!" Heine's voice dropped a notch, but his anger didn't diminish at all. "That sanctimonious Mozesales! You know him, right? The music director of the London Philharmonic Association! A professor at the London Music College! He's also at this concert tonight!"
Arthur was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. "Wait, you mean Ignaz Mozesales is your cousin-in-law?"
"What else?" Heine's eyes flashed a mix of humiliation and jealousy as he said bitterly. "He married my cousin, my poor, naive cousin who was still playing Schubert's nocturnes! A girl from Dresden, who was not even twenty at the time, and was deceived by that old man!"
