"Alright, at least you won the hand-to-hand combat." Arthur joked, "You should think about your opponent; he was just as busy all summer, spent just as much on the election, but in the end, he couldn't steal the seat in the Lower House from under your behind."
"Humph, of course he couldn't." Disraeli took a puff from his cigar and pulled his feet back from the table, "Because what I'm sitting on isn't just a chair. Thanks to you guys with some conscience, who managed to write all sorts of editorial articles speaking favorably for me before you went on vacation. Next, I just need to follow the steps: advertise, spread rumors, and give speeches, then everything will fall into place."
Arthur picked up a newspaper from the table, and the first thing he saw was a cartoon portrait of Disraeli, "The frequency of your name appearing in our magazine over the past month is almost more than everyone else combined. I don't want readers to think we're publishing a religious journal."
