If further actions can lead public opinion to believe that he, Benjamin Disraeli, is a young politician crushed by the old system, vulgar coercion, and the pressures of election campaigns, then perhaps he can seize the opportunity to win some sympathy votes from centrist voters.
"That's a ruthless move, Arthur." Disraeli took a deep breath, but a smile gradually appeared on his face. "When you lay in St Martin's Church for those three days, were you really meeting with the Devil in Hell?"
"You're right, I came from there in the first place." Arthur turned his head, surveying the surrounding crowd until he was sure no one was paying attention to them, then he spoke: "One last thing, you need to meet her for your own sake."
Disraeli's shoulders visibly trembled, revealing a brief yet genuine hesitation: "You mean... now? At this moment? Will she see me?"
