The Duchess of Kent did not immediately take a seat. She stood by the breakfast table, her eyes naturally sweeping over the silver pot and bread basket, then, as if finally realizing something, she paused slightly.
"Oh?" she spoke softly, her tone even carrying a touch of perfectly measured surprise: "Is Sir Arthur sitting in Viscount Melbourne's seat today? Is the Prime Minister not joining you for breakfast today?"
As these words fell, Arthur couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.
Not because he was named, but because he immediately realized that the Duchess of Kent said this deliberately.
Although it was obviously not aimed directly at him, he still felt as if he were on pins and needles, being caught in the background of a mother-daughter conflict.
Sir Arthur regretted twice in his life learning German, the first time being when Gauss wrote to him about three-dimensional space issues, and the second time was right now.
