Just as Arthur picked up his teacup, staring blankly at the wisp of steam rising from the surface of the tea, a heavy and slow set of footsteps came from the other end of the staircase.
"Damn it! Who waxed this staircase? It's too slippery."
Arthur looked up towards the top of the stairs, and sure enough, he saw the hungover Eld staggering down the stairs.
After a drunken night, a good sleep could restore his vigor.
For Eld, this was nothing unusual. Perhaps it was because the Carter family had long roots in Ireland, which gave them a bit of the Irish resistance to alcohol. In any case, the men of the Carter family were always good drinkers and rarely troubled by hangovers.
"Good morning, Your Excellency, Dean," Eld yawned with his eyes squinting, "Preparing lessons so early? The kids studying at the University of London these days are quite lucky."
Arthur shook his head helplessly, "Should I say you sleep well, or that you haven't learned a bit?"
