For Arthur, July 1837 was one of the few leisurely months since Victoria's accession.
That once obscure Princess Victoria was now surrounded by countless courtiers eager to curry favor; if Victoria did not frequently summon him to Buckingham Palace to chat excitedly with her former rhetoric tutor about all sorts of anecdotes since her accession, Arthur would scarcely be able to squeeze himself into the inner circle of court life.
Viscount Melbourne, the Marquis of Cunningham, the Duchess of Sutherland and so on—a whole host of Nobility and ladies of high rank, all celebrated names throughout Britain—had practically packed Buckingham Palace to bursting, each tripping over the other to swear loyalty to the newly acceded Queen.
Arthur, however, had no need to do this, because in the Queen's mind he had long since become synonymous with loyalty.
