Aye. [He pauses for a moment, rubbing his chin. He thinks about Walpole then, not for the first time in these last nine years or so. Had he not run the man down, how differently would his life be now?] In some ways, the man made my life better with his death.

[There's no shame in admitting that.] Only when there is a good use for it. Not much to be had here, I'm afraid. I'll stick with my sword until then.

[Edward, you are so fucking dense.]