Arthur paused slightly in his tea-pouring when he heard this, then raised his head to stare at Plunkett's bald pate for a good while, "Shoot at the Duke of Wellington? Thomas, how could you have misconstrued me in such a manner?"
Plunkett's eyes widened, "Ah? Isn't that what you summoned me for?"
"Why would you think that?"
Plunkett scratched his head, "Er... Maybe it's because I've been too tense lately. I've heard some folks in the hall say that you are quite a special person..."
Arthur took a sip of tea, "How special?"
"That sort of special..."
"Which sort?"
After holding back for a while, Plunkett finally confessed, "The kind that's not quite on the same path as us. Sir, some of the chaps in the hall think you're with the Whig Party, with the reformists. And besides, you've got a Bonaparte with you! It sounds quite reasonable, doesn't it, that a Bonaparte would want to kill the Duke of Wellington?"
