The strongest bond is often woven for us by education.
— James Bryce
The cold wind from Berkeley Square streamed through the gaps in the stone walls, invigorating the two senior civil servants who had just emerged from Dalmo Mansion.
Arthur leisurely put on his gloves, his demeanor devoid of any sympathy, respect, or patience he had shown in the study earlier.
Those emotions, like a change of clothes, were left behind in the mansion.
Eld followed closely behind Arthur's steps, and only when they turned the street corner did the long-huffled Eld finally speak up, "Arthur... what I said just now, was it a bit too much?"
Arthur didn't look at him, instead focused on lighting his pipe: "Too much? No, I don't think so."
"Those words just now weren't too much? I felt sick saying them myself."
