"Petition against Viscount Melbourne?" Arthur loosened his collar: "Eld, what gives you the impression that I'm of such an impulsive nature? We're not young anymore, nearly thirty, can you be a bit more steady in your actions?"
"Be a bit more steady?"
Eld clearly didn't take Arthur's words to heart, perhaps because they were not in the office of the Navy Department, and there were few on the ship who knew him, so Eld didn't even bother to pay attention to his posture. He leaned back on the chair, almost putting his feet on the table like a careless sailor: "If you were truly steady, you wouldn't have broken into Albion Villa so recklessly in Ramsgate. Come on, Arthur, stop beating around the bush, what's going on with you?"
Arthur did not deny Eld's guess: "You do understand me quite well."
"I thought so, no wonder you're rushing off to Paris." Eld leaned in with a grin: "Let me guess, is it about Miss Flora Hastings over there..."
"No."
"Then, is it Miss Fiona Ivan..."
