In the alley outside Almack's Club, Arthur leaned against the white wall, quietly smoking.
As he pondered the idle conversation he had just had with Viscount Melbourne, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket watch to take a look.
It was four forty-five in the afternoon, and he had already completed his task here; logically, Eld should have come out by now.
But Arthur waited to the left and right, and when he didn't show up, Arthur finally grew impatient. He put a bit of force into his back, pushing himself off the wall, and patted the dust off his sleeves, ready to leave.
Just as he was about to reach the mouth of the alley, however, he saw Eld, his face flush with color, walking toward him.
Eld waved and said, "Arthur, how did it go?"