Speaking of which, Palmeston 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 me, 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 Palmeston, upon hearing this, only pretended to look pitiful: "Oh, Dorothea, to hear you say that suddenly makes me worry I might lose you at any moment."
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 mediocre but have talent. Though he can be rather shallow at times, I believe with his talent and efforts, he will one day become the Foreign Secretary."
