"I know." Arthur's fingers gently caressed the porcelain edge of the teacup, he merely raised his eyelids: "Louis is now in Britain, you certainly won't be the only group keeping an eye on him. The Foreign Office, the Home Office, maybe even my old friends at Scotland Yard are getting involved. But don't make it too obvious, this isn't Paris, nor Saint Helena Island, this is London, a civilized society."
Just as Arthur's words ended, while the others had not yet reacted, the already accustomed Great Dumas was the first to notice the underlying issue.
He stretched his neck and asked, "Arthur, what do you mean by this? Are you saying Paris is uncivilized?"
Disraeli seized the opportunity to interject: "Come now, Alexander, the biggest difference between Britain and France is that we allow you to hold dissenting opinions."
Originally intending to back up Great Dumas, Louis suddenly felt powerless to argue with Disraeli's words, being a July Monarchy exile himself.
