This man walked every step as though he were on ironclad rails, yet he always appeared in the most unexpected places.
Thinking about this, Louis couldn't help but recall the advice Arthur once gave him. He paused slightly, even his smile restrained a bit, "Arthur, I must first apologize to you."
The moment he spoke, the room suddenly grew quieter, even Dickens's teacup was placed more gently.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, but he did not speak.
Louis coughed lightly and then continued, "That year in Paris, I indeed suspected you... someone had passed me a few reports suggesting collusion between you and Talleyrand. I must admit, I was somewhat shaken at the time, even to the point I thought you and Thiers were in cahoots to take me down."
