Arthur put down the teacup: "It's not just about making her angry; it involves some matters related to the Duchess of Kent. That's why I need to hurry to Paris and find her a few pianists who can cheer her up."
Eld blinked, as if hearing some tall tale: "Uh... did you have a tiff with her?"
Arthur didn't answer immediately; his fingers gently caressed the floral patterns on the porcelain.
The dining room swayed gently with the waves of the English Channel, and his voice slowly dropped: "If it were just a tiff, that would be easy. The problem is, she's not just angry; she feels I'm siding with her mother."
Arthur briefly explained the background of the matter to Eld, of course omitting many "irrelevant" details to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and uncontrollable gossip.
Eld grinned and whistled: "So that's what it was about..."
