"Alexander drowned?" Disraeli startled, "His manuscript for next month hasn't been submitted yet!"
Arthur said calmly, "No, don't panic, Benjamin. If Alexander drowned, it would indeed be a tragedy. But if he didn't drown, that would be a disaster. And I believe, with Alexander's size, even if he fell into the Thames River, he would mostly likely float. So instead of worrying about him, you might as well tell me more about the perfume shops on Regent Street."
Having heard this, Disraeli finally realized that Arthur was joking and said with a laugh, "You'd better hope Alexander doesn't hear you say that. I've heard he recently bought a fine gun and even came over the other day to show it off. With you mocking him like this, if you aggravate him, he might just come and challenge you to a duel."
"That would be rather good, wouldn't it?" Arthur glanced at the empty tobacco pouch he pulled from his pocket, "If he comes to duel me, then the fine gun would be mine."