As he spoke, Arthur walked back to the sofa and sat down again, staring at Dr. Clark, "And the result? Look at me now, they think I'm no longer useful to the country."
Dr. Clark's Adam's apple moved slightly.
Arthur raised a finger, "The position of Deputy Permanent Secretary is gone."
Arthur raised another finger, "The attendant position at Buckingham Palace is also gone."
At this point, he suddenly laughed, "Even though I've already hidden away at a relative's house in the Scottish countryside, they still won't let me go. They've sent you to hunt me down."
Dr. Clark's face changed at these words, "Sir Arthur, the term 'hunt down' is far too severe."
He stood up hurriedly to explain, "How can this be a hunt, and it's not aimed at you!"
"Not aimed at me?" Arthur rested one hand on the back of the sofa, "Then it's aimed at Flora, or the Hastings family?"
