The Jewish youth whispered to Arthur, "Do you have time? I wanted to chat with you about this morning's events."
"Of course." Arthur casually adjusted his hat.
"Don't take too long!" Dickens saw them preparing to leave and half-jokingly shouted, "Without you two, how will we arrange tonight's Romantic activities?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders without looking back, as a response.
The two men left the bustling editorial department, walked through the corridor filled with sample publications, and stopped at the balcony near the staircase.
Arthur leaned against the doorframe and lit a fire: "Go ahead, Benjamin, what's the matter?"
Disraeli took off his gloves and smoothed his hair: "What else could it be but those articles about Liszt. Honestly, the situation is a bit out of control now; it seems like everyone is trying to drag the court into this mess."
