In the Greenwich District, inside the café opposite the police station, a drizzle fell outside, fogging the café windows with a faint mist from the temperature difference inside and out.
Arthur stirred the teacup before him, as the sugar cube gradually dissolved in the light red tea.
Across from him, the belated guest took off his hat and coat, revealing a light red vest with suspenders and a weary expression underneath.
Arthur asked with a smile, "Mr. Disraeli, seeing that you're drenched, I suppose your speech in Hyde Park didn't go too smoothly today?"
Disraeli felt a surge of irritation upon hearing this, as the one thing the proud young man hated most was being looked down upon by others.
"Mr. Hasting, if you've asked me over today just to mock me, then you might as well have spared the effort. However, if you insist, I don't mind making yet another enemy. Perhaps you're not aware, but while I don't count many friends, I certainly don't lack enemies."