The young Harold Bock was completely devoid of such cunning; his glasses slipped further down his nose, yet he remained oblivious.
At this moment, his eyes were even wider than they had been while reading the brawl news in the "Morning Paper" earlier.
Bock seemed as if he'd been struck by lightning; of course, he knew who Benjamin Disraeli was.
The author who frequently published scathing editorials in "British's," the eccentric novelist often criticized by "Blackwood's" as a "Romantic narcissist," the arrogant, scandalous, and ambitious young Conservative Party MP...
He... is now set to become the Deputy Minister at the Foreign Office?
Disraeli lightly shook hands with the two young civil servants; his grip wasn't strong but exuded propriety.
