At the end of the arched corridor, the Earl of Liverpool stood by the half-opened French window, draped in a silver-gray evening cloak, with his ever-present cane in hand.
Without turning around, he spoke calmly upon hearing footsteps: "You came just in time, Sir Arthur."
Arthur stopped beside him, nodding slightly: "Is there something you wish to instruct?"
The Earl of Liverpool gazed at the night outside the window, the garden below shrouded in mist, leaving only outlines: "Tonight, we finally completed a daunting task. Conroy… finally agreed to take a step back."
Arthur smiled faintly: "I believe that step of his was not taken willingly."
"Of course not willingly." The Earl of Liverpool finally turned his head: "But he had no choice, he had no other path. It's just that..."
