His voice lowered slightly, as if uneasily speaking to himself: "No one will invite her to dance on Brook Street again, and those ladies' tea parties in Belgravia, Berkeley Street, and Mayfair will all avoid her. Even if she hides away in Hot Spring Town, I'm afraid that when she comes back, she'll only be seen as a woman exposed by her husband in the newspaper... Not to mention, she's carrying debt herself..."
Arthur glanced at him, his voice unwavering: "When you dated her, when you took her money, why didn't you think of these things?"
"Think of it?" Disraeli vehemently defended himself: "Are you blaming me? Why don't you blame that damn..."
He gritted his teeth and spat out the name: "Daniel MacLise! If it weren't for that meddling Irish artist, the situation would never have reached this point today! Do you know what he's done? He actually took her to their studio, made her a model, and drew two nude sketches!"
