"You're just a coward, a scaredy-cat, unworthy of the Jewish nationality!"
"Oh, Mr. Disraeli, I accept everything you say. And indeed, you're much more noble than I am, a respected Tory Party member, a true Anglo-Saxon by bone, with the noble blue blood of Britain coursing through your veins. It's just that, what puzzles me is that most people inherit their bloodline materially, whereas you seem to have been purified spiritually."
Great Dumas, watching Disraeli and Heine tied to chairs and yelling at each other through the air, the usually optimistic and hearty Frenchman couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
He turned to Arthur and asked, "Shall we gag them again? Do you still have Eld's socks?"
Arthur, with one hand resting on the back of the sofa, sipped his tea calmly, "Alexander, I've never believed in making others suffer through what I've endured."
