Текст книги "Caroline the Queen"
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They were wrong. Anne showed no signs of distress. She continued to play the harpsichord and to sing with her friends from the opera as though nothing had happened.
The Prince of Orange was in a dangerous state for a week and then began to recover, although slowly; and it was still believed that he might not live.
The King shrugged his shoulders and said that he would not visit the Prince as if he did not recover he could not marry his daughter and therefore would be nothing to him. He didn’t like the man, anyway. He was scarcely a man, being so ugly and deformed. He must look after himself and think himself lucky that he was allowed to stay at Somerset House for his illness.
The Queen suggested that members of the family should perhaps visit the invalid to cheer him up in his convalescence.
‘No,’ thundered the King. ‘I forbid it.’
So through the long winter the Prince of Orange tried to throw off the effects of his illness, ignored by the royal family. His retinue of servants grumbled incessantly about this treatment and would have liked to have left for Holland, but the Prince was diplomatic. He knew that marriage with the daughter of the King of England was the best possible match he could make and for this he was ready to sink his dignity.
He grew better and went to Kensington and later to Bath to complete his recovery. He was determined that the marriage should take place and he knew that while he remained in England it had a good chance of doing so.
With the coming of March he returned to London and sent a messenger to the King with the news that he was now well enough to marry, and expressed his wish that the long delayed ceremony should now take place.
Anne, who when he had been ill had behaved as though he did not exist, now showed some interest in her marriage. Once more the King asked her if she was sure that she wanted to go on with it.
‘You cannot find me another husband,’ was her answer, ‘so I have no choice but to take this one.’
‘That or allow everything to remain as it was,’ the Queen reminded her.
‘I choose marriage,’ said Anne coldly.
* * *
The marriage was fixed for the 14th of March and was to be performed in the little French chapel adjoining St James’s. During the days preceding the 14th there was a great deal of activity not only in the Palace but throughout the Court. Velvets, gold and silver tissue was used in the chapel drapings. The lustres and sconces were gilded; and never had the chapel looked so gay. The procession would have to pass from the Palace to the chapel so a covered gallery was set up and covered with orange-coloured cloth.
The Queen, relying absolutely on the good taste of Lord Hervey, commanded him to be in charge of operations and he arranged the decorations not only for the chapel but for the gallery which he determined should look magnificent when it was illuminated; and which he calculated would hold four thousand people.
An air of excitement was everywhere. The only disgruntled comment was that of the old Duchess of Marlborough who could see the gallery from the windows of Marlborough House and grumbled incessantly about it.
‘I’m longing for the day when neighbour George takes his orange chest away,’ she cried. ‘It spoils my view.’
But nobody cared about the old Duchess’s complaints; and that was her greatest complaint of all: Nobody cared.
And all those who had tickets for a place in the gallery to see the procession pass laughed at her and said she was an old fool who didn’t know that her day was over.
But Sarah could laugh as she stood at the windows of Marlborough House and looked out at the gaping crowds. But for a stroke of ill luck she might have shown them that she was still to be reckoned with. What if she had succeeded in marrying Lady Di to the Prince of Wales!
They made a big mistake if they thought they could jeer at Sarah Churchill while there was breath in her body.
* * *
It was seven o’clock at night when the ceremony began. Orange, with his attendants, was waiting in the Great Council Chamber for the moment when he must sally forth. The Prince was magnificently attired in gold and silver brocade and his peruke had been very cleverly contrived so that the curls cascaded over his back and hid the worst of his deformity. His attendants glittered beside him and, apart from his low stature, for he appeared to be bent double, he looked less grotesque than on any other occasion.
In the great drawing room Anne with her ladies was also waiting for the signal. She looked almost beautiful; there was about her an air of rapt resignation; her gown was of silver tissue and her necklace was made up of twenty-two huge diamonds; she glittered splendidly; and so did the ten girls who were her bridesmaids and whose duty it was to carry the six-yard-long train of silver tissue.
In the King’s lesser drawing room George and Caroline waited with their children.
George gave way to one or two mild displays of bad temper. He was thinking that he didn’t like the marriage; it was going to cost a great deal; and what had they got for it? Orange! A minor Prince who had nothing much to offer their daughter, and was there simply because he was the only Protestant Prince available.
‘Stand up straight!’ he shouted to the Duke of Cumberland. ‘And don’t look so sullen. I suppose you’re wishing it was your wedding!’
‘That would hardly be possible, Papa, at my age.’
‘You don’t like anyone to have anything but yourself. And you could look a little more pleasant, Emily.’ Emily was a name the family sometimes used for Amelia.
‘It is not really such a pleasant occasion, is it, Papa?’
Oh dear, thought the Queen, her family were becoming difficult. Very soon Frederick would not be the only one who was quarrelling with his father.
‘It was a wonderful necklace he gave her,’ said William. ‘Twenty-two diamonds. I should like to know the cost of them.’
‘One would not have thought a poor Prince could give his bride such a gift,’ put in Amelia.
‘This is not the time to be talking about diamonds,’ the King reproved them. ‘You ought to be thinking of your sister.’
‘I am so sorry for her,’ put in young Caroline.
‘Be silent,’ commanded the King, ‘or you’ll upset your mother.’
He smiled at his wife. This was one of the occasions when he felt sentimental towards her.
He took her hand gently, for it was time to leave for the chapel.
* * *
The watchers in the gallery said that it was more like a funeral than a wedding procession. The Queen was so obviously deeply affected and this was not the emotion of a mother seeing her daughter married; it was clear that the Queen was the most anxious because of the bridegroom.
In his gold and silver brocade he certainly looked like a performing animal dressed up to resemble a man; but his manners were good and he seemed affable; and he was a Prince. Only the bride seemed unaffected. She made her responses in a clear audible voice and she showed no sign of the repugnance she must have felt.
How can she thought the Queen. My poor dear child!
But the ceremony was carried out without a hitch and in time the banquet, which was eaten in public, took place. The Princess sat beside the Prince and they were seen smiling and talking together, neither in the least disturbed.
But, thought the Queen, the worst is to come.
She wished that they had not brought this old French custom to England whereby the married pair were put to bed by their courtiers—always an embarrassment to the couple but in circumstances like this a most trying ordeal.
There was a look of avid curiosity on the faces of all the people assembled in the bedchamber to see the arrival of the bride and groom who were in their separate apartments being undressed and prepared for bed by their servants.
Anne came in in her nightgown looking shorn of her dignity and to her mother extremely pathetic. Caroline was thinking of her own mother whose second marriage had been so disastrous and she felt ready to weep for all Princesses who were given in marriage to men almost strangers to them.
But Anne looked as serene as ever as she was helped to the bed and sat in it awaiting the arrival of the bridegroom.
Then he came.
Oh, God, thought the Queen, it is as bad as I thought. For with his nightcap replacing his flowing periwig he was revealed in all his deformity. From the back he appeared to have no head, so stooped was he, and from the front no neck nor legs.
There was a deep silence as he was led to the bed and took his place beside the Princess.
He did indeed look inhuman.
The Queen believed she was going to faint. Amelia and Caroline were on either side of her and she caught a quick glimpse of the horror on their faces.
Through the room passed all those whose duty it was to pay their respects and wish the marriage fruitful.
And through all this Anne sat up in bed smiling calmly as though, thought the Queen, it were a normal man who was beside her and not this ... monster.
* * *
The Queen had little sleep that night.
She kept waking and thinking of her daughter. My poor child, how is she surviving this terrible ordeal? Does she understand what marriage means?
She was silent while she was dressed and at breakfast she was joined by her daughters who could not refrain from talking of this terrible thing which had happened to their sister.
‘I would rather die than marry such a monster,’ declared Amelia.
‘How she must have suffered! ‘ sighed Caroline.
Lord Hervey joined the party; he was full of chat about what the people were saying.
The Queen sighed and said: ‘My lord, I have been weeping bitterly. When I saw that monster come into the room to go to bed with my daughter I thought I should faint. You must be sorry for my poor daughter.’
‘Madam,’ answered Lord Hervey, ‘the Princess Anne seemed satisfied with her lot and I have never been one to pity those who don’t pity themselves.’
‘My poor, poor Anne. It is all very well for you to talk, my lord. You married one of the most beautiful women at the Court.’
Lord Hervey lifted his shoulders and was aware that the Princess Caroline was regarding him intently. Poor child, he thought. How she adores me ... madly and hopelessly! What does she think will ever come of her passion for me? Still, it was pleasant to be so adored, particularly by one of the Princesses.
‘Madam,’ he said, ‘in half a year all persons are alike.
The figure of a body one is married to, like the prospect of the place one lives at, grows so familiar to one’s eye that one looks at it mechanically without regarding either the beauties or deformities which strike a stranger.’
As usual Lord Hervey had the power to comfort the Queen.
Yet Caroline and her daughters continued to mourn the terrible fate which had befallen the Princess Anne; but Anne herself showed no sign of mourning; and when she and the Prince appeared together although he took little notice of her, she was very eager to please him and Lord Hervey said he was sure that in the eyes of his wife the Prince of Orange was Adonis.
The End of a Habit
HENRIETTA HOWARD was seeking a way out of an intolerable position. The King still visited her, but everything she said he disagreed with, and did not hesitate to tell her so in the most abusive terms. He hated his visits, but because he had been making them for years he could not stop them. He would sit at a table setting his watch before him, waiting for the time to pass.
She had suggested to the Queen that she retire but the Queen would not hear of it. Henrietta knew why. She was known as the King’s first mistress and although the relationship between them was now platonic while she held the post the King would set up no one else. His affairs about the Court were necessarily brief. He could only have one first mistress and while Henrietta held that post no one else could take it. And, thought Henrietta desperately, the Queen insists that I hold that post because she is afraid of who might take it from me, and there might be someone bold and ambitious who would seek to influence the King.
But it was an intolerable state of affairs.
She had now become Lady Suffolk, for the husband whom she loathed had inherited the title a few years previously and he himself had now died. This had brought home to Henrietta that for the first time in her life she was free. If she could leave Court she could retire to her own house, be her own mistress, not be obliged to wait on the Queen or be ready to receive the King, not to receive faint praise from her and abuse from His Majesty. Oh, what peace, what joy!
She had perhaps not been a clever woman; most in her position would have collected certain prizes. Although she had in the first instance sought honours at Court when she had gone to Hanover it had been, she supposed, to find a place where she could live in some degree of comfort, for she and her husband had been in desperate straits then. Well, she was not a calculating woman and George was not a generous lover; and consequently if she left Court now she would not be a rich woman.
But there was one comfort. She had had the foresight to build a house for herself and it was true that George had helped her to do this. The house had been a great comfort to her in moments of humiliation and despair. She had called it Marble Hill; it was plain, white, and Augustan—in perfect taste. It had the most peaceful of outlooks being set on a slight hill which sloped gently down to the river. This house had been her joy all during the years of servitude; she herself had planned the apartments with their high ceilings and had designed the frescoes on gold and sepia; she had often sat by the large windows and looked out on the river and dreamed of entertaining her friends there—friends such as Alexander Pope who had always been devoted to her and whose company she found so stimulating. The King had little time, of course, for the man he called rather slightingly ‘little Mr Pope’ who spent his time writing ‘boetry’ to which the King always referred With a laugh, as an occupation not for gentlemen nor to be taken seriously. How little he understood! And how astonished he would be if he knew how she longed for the society of such people which would provide her with relief from the boredom of the royal conversation which was so often about soldiering, his prowess in past battles, his regrets that there were no wars now in which he could excel, the number of buttons on a lackey’s tunic, or the length of time it took to walk from the Palace to Great Paddock.
Lady Suffolk was so eager to escape that she decided to approach the Queen and beg her to allow her to leave.
The Queen had shut herself in her apartments and mourned for three days after the departure of the Princess Anne for Holland.
It was true that Caroline was anxious for her daughter, but Henrietta guessed that she was in fact taking advantage of her grief to enjoy the comforts of her bedchamber. All those who had served the Queen intimately knew that her health was not all that she pretended it to be; and that she was continually putting up a brave front because the King disliked illness of any sort.
Henrietta herself had grown quite deaf and this was a further reason why she wished to go. The King was irritated when she did not hear or gave the wrong answers.
‘Stupid fool! ‘ he would mutter.
Well, thought Henrietta, the Queen must endure him, but I need not.
When she presented herself at the Queen’s bedchamber next morning she asked leave to speak to her.
Caroline looked at her sharply and no doubt guessing what was in her mind, for it was something the Queen continually feared, said that she would speak to her after breakfast if there was time; if not after her walk with the King.
‘I trust you are well, Lady Suffolk?’ she said anxiously. ‘I am well, Your Majesty. And Your Majesty . . .?’
The Queen looked fierce. ‘I am very well thank you, Lady Suffolk.’
The Queen was dressed and went into breakfast where she was joined by the Princesses Amelia and Caroline.
She ordered chocolate and fruit and cream and prepared to enjoy them, while the Princesses talked of their sister. How was she liking Holland? How was she faring with her husband?
‘Did you know, Mamma,’ said Amelia, ‘that she calls him Pepin.’
‘It is a pet name I suppose,’ put in Caroline.
‘If one put a chain about his neck people would think he was a monkey and monkeys are often kept as pets.’
‘Emily, my dear, your tongue is too sharp,’ said the Queen. ‘I think it charming that she should call him Pepin. It shows a pleasant intimacy.’
Amelia shuddered and her mother looked at her reproachfully.
‘Nothing would have made me marry him,’ said Amelia.
‘I should have been horrified if I had to,’ admitted Caroline, ‘but if he was the only one available I suppose, like Anne, I should have taken him.’
‘That is enough of this talk,’ said the Queen. ‘Oh, here is William. William, my dear, you look pale this morning.’
‘I had to be bled twice, Mamma.’
‘Oh, my God, why?’
‘I fell from my horse. It was nothing much but they bled me ... and then they bled me again.’
‘My dear boy, shouldn’t you be resting after the bleeding?’
‘Yes, Mamma, but Papa would ask for me and you know how he hates any of us to be ill.’
The Queen was dismayed. But it was true of course. If William had not appeared the King would have asked where he was and then gone to see him; he would have been displeased and pointed out that illness was all part of the imagination and he did not expect a son of his to give in just because he had fallen from his horse.
‘William, when Papa and I have gone for our walk you must go back to bed. Stay there until this evening when you will come to my apartments for my soirée. But I will leave early and you must do the same.’
Henrietta was hovering, hoping for a chance to speak to the Queen before the King arrived, but Caroline was determined to prevent this.
She kept up the conversation with her family and precisely at his usual time the King appeared ready for walking.
He was in rather an ill humour for Caroline was still drinking her chocolate. He pointed out that this was not the first time he had found her still at breakfast when he arrived; and she was drinking far too much chocolate and he was not surprised that she was getting so fat that she couldn’t keep up with him and came panting behind him like a wheezy old sow.
Caroline left her chocolate and declared that she was ready. She was glad that he did not notice William’s pallor and that neither Amelia nor Caroline were doing anything to irritate him. But he did notice that one of the chairs had been moved and he began to talk about the incompetence of servants and how they could never leave well alone and that it was useless for him to expect law and order in his palaces unless he saw that it was enforced himself.
One of the guards had had dirty buttons on his tunic this morning.
‘I reprimanded him,’ he said. ‘Most severely.’
‘Poor guard! He will doubtless go and jump in the river,’ said Amelia, who could never control her tongue.
‘I do not think he will regard his offence as seriously as that,’ said the King. ‘I blame his superior officer. It is his duty to see that no man comes on parade in such a condition.’
The King caught sight of Henrietta and frowned. What was she doing waiting on the Queen at this hour! It was not her usual practice.
‘Why is Lady Suffolk here?’ he demanded of the Queen. ‘She is waiting for a word with me.’
‘She’s become an old fool,’ said the King, slightly lowering his voice, but in such a way that it was still audible throughout the apartment.
‘I see Your Majesty is ready for our walk.’
‘Ready.’ He looked at his watch. ‘I have been ready five minutes ago. In two minutes time we should be in the gardens.’
The Queen followed him to the door.
‘I wonder you won’t let me get rid of that deaf old woman,’ he said.
Ever since Anne’s marriage Frederick had been growing more and more incensed; and there were plenty to help add to his resentment.
Bolingbroke was urging him to rebel and George Bubb Dodington was helping the Prince with his many debts. But Frederick was growing a little weary of Dodington, and Lord Chesterfield was now seeking his favours. This was a cause for some alarm for Chesterfield was more to be feared than Bubb Dodington.
Chesterfield was a witty writer and an extremely ambitious man. He was at the time quarrelling with Walpole and had been dismissed from his office of Lord Steward. The Queen disliked him because he had been a friend of Henrietta Howard’s and had behaved as though the way to the King’s favour lay through her instead of through the Queen; an attitude which Caroline always found hard to forgive
Now he had irritated the King by marrying Petronilla Melusina von Schulemburg, the daughter of the Duchess of Kendal and George I. The late King had created her Countess of Walsingham in her own right and as her mother had amassed a large fortune she was very rich although forty years old. Chesterfield had married her purely for her money and the couple made no attempt to set up house together but lived next door to each other, Petronilla with her mother and Chesterfield with his mistress, Lady Fanny Shirley.
Being out of favour with the King as well as with the Queen, Chesterfield turned his attention to the Prince of Wales.
All Frederick wanted, he insisted, was his rights. He wanted an income commensurate with his position; and he wanted a bride. He was no longer a youth. How dared his parents keep him in this ridiculous position!
The Queen raged against her son to her daughters. He was so easily led. He was a fool; he was a liar; she wished that he had never been born.
Amelia listened to this and thought: The quarrel grows fiercer. But one day Frederick is going to be King of England and I and Caroline will be dependent on his bounty; a pleasant state of affairs that will be, for how will he feel about his sisters who have to be supported although they had never been very good friends of his?
Amelia went to call on her brother. He looked at her with suspicion which she quickly tried to disperse.
‘I want you to know that I’m on your side,’ she said.
‘What! ‘ demanded Frederick.
‘I think the King treats you badly. We all know how mean he is. He loathes spending money on us. He likes to spend it on show for himself, of course. Naturally you should have the same income at least that our father had when he was Prince of Wales.’
‘Who sent you to talk to me?’
‘No one. Do you think they would send me? They want to keep you away from Court. I want you to come there and ... stand up for yourself. There would be plenty to support you.’
‘The friends who support me don’t support Walpole ... so should I be welcome?’
‘You must be clever, Frederick. You must hide your rancour. You must get what you want through soft words not angry ones. Look at our mother. She always agrees with the King and gets him to do exactly what she wants.’
‘I tell you this,’ said Frederick. ‘I will never come to my mother’s drawing room because there is always one at her side whom I hate beyond all men.’
‘Who?’
‘Lord Fanny, of course.’
‘Oh ... Lord Hervey.’
‘I loathe that man. I don’t trust him. He deceived me once. He would deceive me again. No, I’ll never come to my mother’s drawing room while she keeps him at her side like a tame pet.’
‘He is her pet ... but scarcely tame. Don’t talk to our sister Caroline in that way. She adores him. She’s in love with him, you know.’
‘The folly of women.’
‘Yes, it is a little foolish. What hope is there for her, poor Caroline!’
‘Oh, to the devil with Lord Fanny and the whole Court. I have other things to do.’
‘Visit Miss Vane?’ asked Amelia slyly.
‘Well, her drawing room is more amusing than my mother’s.’
They parted—Amelia to go back to her apartments and Frederick to the house he had found for Miss Vane in Soho Square.
Lord Hervey met the Princess Amelia when she was returning from her brother. His large languid eyes fluttered as he looked at her.
I believe, thought Amelia, that he sees everything. He is a spy watching all so that he can write down what he sees and gloat over it afterwards.
‘How was His Highness?’ he asked.
‘My Lord Hervey is God,’ said Amelia, ‘all seeing. And surely all knowing. In which case is there any need to ask?’
‘No need at all,’ he replied. ‘For His Highness is in his usual state of bucolic appreciation of his own dazzling personality.’
‘Absolutely right, of course.’
‘And grateful to his kind sister, I hope.’
‘You hope nothing of the sort, my lord. For you know Fred would never be grateful to anyone ... except perhaps Miss Vane who has given him such a fine sturdy proof of his manhood. Or is it his manhood?’
‘I do not think Her Majesty would wish you to discuss such matters.’
‘I hope she would be as tolerant of me as of you, my lord. I could hope for no greater leniency.’
Hervey liked Amelia least of all the Princesses and he knew that his dislike was returned.
Her Majesty is gracious.’
‘I am sure she will lose none of her graciousness towards you when I tell her that one of the reasons why Frederick refuses to come to her drawing rooms—and causes such gossip by staying away—is because you, my lord, are constantly in attendance on the Queen.’
‘I am sure I have never done anything more deserving of Her Majesty’s gratitude.’
Amelia could think of no retort to that, so swept past him.
* * *
Henrietta suddenly had her wish.
It happened in an unexpected way. Lord Chesterfield had asked the Queen if she would speak to the King on his behalf. It was such a small favour he asked that it slipped Caroline’s memory.
Chesterfield, who had always believed that a man’s mistress must carry more weight with him than his wife, being on very good terms with Henrietta, asked her if she had the opportunity to mention the matter to the King.
This Henrietta did and thought no more of it.
It was shortly after the favour had been granted when Caroline, seeing Chesterfield at one of her drawing rooms, remembered his request and called him to her.
‘I am sorry, my lord,’ she said, ‘that I failed to mention your little matter to His Majesty. Rest assured that I shall do so at the first opportunity.’
‘Your Majesty is gracious,’ replied Chesterfield, ‘but there is now no need as Lady Suffolk has already put my request to the King.’
The King had come up as they were speaking and when he heard that remark his eyes bulged in the familiar fashion. He said nothing, but he was angry, for he hated it to be thought that his mistress interfered in any manner whatsoever with Court matters.
He was cool to Chesterfield who hastily retired and when Henrietta appeared, he ignored her.
He continued to ignore her and made unpleasant comments about her; and so uncomfortable was she that she begged leave to spend a little time in Bath for her health’s sake.
* * *
When Henrietta returned from Bath she made up her mind that she would speak to the Queen without delay and begged a private audience.
‘Your Majesty,’ she cried, ‘I have come to ask your leave to retire.’
‘Retire! ‘ cried Caroline. ‘My dear Lady Suffolk, why should you wish to do that?’
‘The King is irritated with me. He no longer wishes me to be here and, Madam, to tell the truth I no longer wish to stay! ‘
‘This is nonsense. The King is not irritated with you. As for myself, have I ever shown that I am?’
‘No, Your Majesty. If you had treated me in the same way as His Majesty has, I would never have dared appear in your presence again.’
‘You are very heated, Lady Suffolk. You should be calm and think clearly about this. Have you asked yourself how different your life would be if you left Court?’
‘Yes, Madam; and it is what I wish. I have served Your Majesties to the best of my ability for twenty years and now it is as though I have committed some crime in His Majesty’s eyes.’
‘Oh, fie, Lady Suffolk. You commit a crime! This is nonsense.’
‘The King could not behave so to me if I had not done something to displease him.’
‘Have a little patience and the King will treat you as he does the other ladies. You know the King leaves domestic matters in my hands and if you will wait a while I can assure you that you will be treated no differently from the other ladies.’
‘Madam, I do not see how I can be forgiven for an offence I have not committed.’
‘Fie again, Lady Suffolk, you talk like someone from a romance. Now you are too warm and not very respectful.
You will be sorry for this, I know. But I shall not give you permission to go, and if you leave it will be without my consent.’
‘Madam, I must go.’
‘Well, Lady Suffolk, will you refuse me this? Stay a week longer and we will talk of it again when you are less ... warm.’
Henrietta left the Queen in dismay. It was clear that Caroline was going to do everything in her power to make her stay.
* * *
When the week was over Henrietta told the Queen that she could not stay on as her position was far too uncomfortable.
‘You are the best servant in the world,’ said the Queen, ‘and it will grieve me to lose you.’
‘But Your Majesty has so many good servants,’ replied Henrietta. ‘And I know that Mrs Clayton will see that I am not missed.’
Henrietta vaguely noticed that at the mention of Charlotte Clayton’s name a shadow passed across the Queen’s face and she felt then, as she had felt so many times before, that there was some secret bond between them. But already her thoughts were far away at Marble Hill.
I shall go, she was thinking. Nothing on Earth will prevent me now.
‘Is your mind then made up?’ asked the Queen. ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’
Caroline was sad. She knew that this was more than the loss of a good servant. She would miss Henrietta, but what right had any person to command another to a life they did not wish for?
He is getting old, she thought. He will have done with mistresses. It will not matter. What has she been to him? A habit, nothing more. There will be little flirtations. Let him enjoy them. There is nothing to fear.
‘If you must go, my dear,’ she said sadly, ‘then my blessing goes with you.’
