Before Disraeli could figure out why Albert would appear in their old haunt, Albert had already taken the initiative and reached out his hand to Disraeli.
"You haven't forgotten me, have you? My name is Albert, I'm Sir Arthur's friend from Coburg."
Quick-witted as he was, Disraeli instantly realized from these words that Albert did not intend to put on any princely airs today.
Only, this young man—naive to the point of being endearing—clearly didn't understand that his easygoing disguise was nothing but window dressing in front of old hands like these.
Even so, given that he was a relative of the Queen, Disraeli, this Lower House Member, still decided to give Albert some face.
The Jewish lad stepped forward warmly: "Of course I remember—how could I possibly forget?"
Disraeli's smile was enthusiastic to the point of excess; it almost overflowed from his cheeks.
