Arthur finished speaking and addressed Tennyson and Dickens: "Charles, Alfred, this is…"
Unexpectedly, before Arthur could finish, Albert extended his hand toward the two of them: "No need for an introduction. My name is Albert, from Coburg, and a friend of Sir Arthur."
These words were spoken quite naturally, with a hint of youthful obstinance.
Tennyson and Dickens were taken aback; they exchanged a glance.
Fortunately, Dickens was the first to react. He quickly stood up, placed his pipe on the table, and shook Albert's hand: "Arthur's friend from Coburg? That's wonderful. I always thought Germany only produced philosophers and sausages, but I didn't expect it to produce a literature enthusiast like yourself."
Tennyson, standing nearby, couldn't help but quietly retort, "Charles, aren't you being a bit disrespectful to Mr. Heinrich Heine?"
