689: Chapter 334 Respect for Anglo-Russian Friendship_3 689: Chapter 334 Respect for Anglo-Russian Friendship_3 Speaking of which, Palston rose and took a seat beside Lady Liv: “However…
Dorothea, why do you ask?
Surely you aren’t interested in our great scholar William, are you?”
Lady Liv frowned displeasedly: “No offense intended, but I have no interest in His Lordship the Viscount.
Suitors have never been scarce for , and most of my suitors are quite erudite, yet I have no desire to amass a line-up as formidable as the Royal Society.”
Viscount Palston, upon hearing this, only pretended to look pitiful: “Oh, Dorothea, to hear you say that suddenly makes worry I might lose you at any mont.”
Lady Liv was amused by his words, and she lifted her lace-gloved hand to rub her lover’s cheek vigorously: “Compared to those who are learned from the start, I still prefer to cultivate those who may initially be diocre but have talent.
Though he can be rather shallow at tis, I believe with his talent and efforts, he will one day beco the Foreign Secretary.”
“My dear, I owe it all to your support.
At least half of this position as Foreign Secretary belongs to you.”
Having said this, Palston swept Lady Liv into his embrace: “However, since you have already helped this far, why not help one more ti?”
Lady Liv leaned lazily in Palston’s arms, her fingers twirling through her long hair: “Henry, you are far too greedy.
I am but a woman, after all.
What could I do?”
“No, my dear, never say that,” Palston smiled as he began: “Look, the year is nearly over, and I want to add a stroke of brilliance to the year-end report for the Foreign Office.
I hope to be able to stand before all my Cabinet colleagues and proudly announce that through my tireless efforts, Britain has now penetrated deep into the belly of Russia!”
Upon hearing this, Lady Liv’s face turned red, and she gave Palston a disdainful look: “Henry!
You shaless man, are such words decent to speak in a Cabinet eting?”
Palston smirked, his hand resting on Lady Liv’s shoulder: “Dorothea, are you really so shy?
That’s not like you at all!”
Lady Liv, seeing his deanor, couldn’t help aiming to knock his excessive self-confidence: “It’s not that I’m shy; I just feel that there’s nothing to boast about with feats already done by others.
Before you, the Duke of Wellington had already been there.”
But Palston didn’t care about that, and didn’t mind at all: “My dear, it’s different.
Although the result is the sa, my thods and the Duke of Wellington’s are not the sa.”
“How so?”
Palston raised an eyebrow and smiled: “As everyone knows, I excel at the storm-like offense, while His Grace excels at impregnable defense.
Yet, your defense was breached by him, and now your defense has been breached by , so ultimately, I win.”
Lady Liv pursed her lips and eventually gave in to Palston: “Alright, for the sake of Poland, I’ll just…”
Who knew that upon hearing the word ‘Poland,’ Viscount Palston reflexively blurted out: “Poland?
What about Poland?”
Lady Liv also ca to her senses: “Oh, sorry, my dear, I misspoke.
I almost forgot, you know nothing about Poland.
But then again, I should thank you for your ignorance, so surely you have prepared a lovely evening for tonight?”
Viscount Palston smiled and nodded: “Of course, my lady.”
He stood up, walked over to the phonograph in the hall, and gently placed the need arm onto the record.
Shortly, the drawing room filled with the soothing, lodious music.
All regular music hall attendees would recognize that the music playing was from the hottest pianist in London at the mont, Chopin’s work—”To Hastings.”
Viscount Palston bowed slightly and smiled invitingly at Lady Liv: “Madam, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance a waltz?”
“Of course.”
Lady Liv extended her slender arm, her palm lightly resting on Palston’s: “This dance, to the Anglo-Russian friendship.”
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