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So perhaps the Princess, who was proving to be a great deal wiser than many had thought her to be while her husband was alive, would not act rashly even where an impertinent maid of honour was concerned, when that maid-of-honour happened to be rather a favourite with the King.
In any case, thought Elizabeth, she and Bute are trying to keep the Prince of Wales tied to her apron strings. They treat him as though he’s a baby, both of them. It’s deal enough they want to be in command when he’s King—and he could be tomorrow. Poor old George can’t last much longer and poor young George is such a baby. It’s time someone opened his eyes, helped him to become a man, let him see that he is no longer in the nursery, that he only has to assert himself and need not blindly obey everything fond Mamma Augusta and Papa Bute command.
It was not long afterwards that she had an opportunity of speaking to George. He was calling on his Mamma and she encountered him in one of the anterooms.
She curtsied decorously and said: ‘Your Highness is in good spirits today. There is a change in you.’
George blushed and stammered that he hoped it was for the better.
She laughed in an intimate way. If she could banter with the Dowager Princess, how much more readily she could do so with the Prince of Wales.
‘I believe you are in love,’ she said.
She was astonished at the effect of these words. The faint flush in his cheeks deepened to scarlet.
‘It’s true,’ she cried.
‘Oh, please, please...you must tell no one.’
‘Your Highness may trust me. Not a word outside these walls. Who is the fortunate lady?’
‘Oh...I ca
‘The most beautiful at Court?’
‘Not...not at Court.’
‘Oh?’
‘I must not burden you with my affairs.’
‘Your Highness.’ Her beautiful eyes were wide with sincerity. If there is anything I can do to help...’
‘There is nothing to be done...It is impossible.’
‘Nothing is impossible, Your Highness, and something can always be done.’
‘I ca
‘Oh, Your Highness...not to me!’
‘You are kind, but it is no use. And someone comes...’
‘Your Highness, I want to help you. I would do anything to help you. Could you give me an audience...In the gardens...Later.’
He looked at her appealingly, so worldly, so knowledgeable, so wise.
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘please.’
• • •
Elizabeth walked beside the Prince. He said: ‘I have never spoken to her.’
‘Oh, why not?’
‘I have seen her only at a window.’
‘What window?’
‘Of a shop...a linen-draper’s.’
‘Where?’
‘In St. James’s Market when I have passed in my chair on the way to the theatre. I go there often...whenever possible...without attracting attention. It has not been so easy since my father’s death.’
‘Too many in attendance on the Prince of Wales I But there is no reason why you should not meet this young lady.’
‘Oh, there is every reason.’
‘Your Highness is wrong. She will be immensely honoured and Your Highness will be immensely gratified. It is the way of the world. Your Highness is the Prince of Wales, the heir to the throne. You are not a child as some would appear to think.’
‘She is a Quaker, I have discovered that. And she sits in the window of Mr. Wheeler’s shop. I think she must he his daughter. She is very beautiful, in fact I have never seen any to compare with her. Her gown is so simple, and yet all the ladies in their silks and brocades, their glittering jewels ca
‘I can see Your Highness is deeply affected. But do you not wish to speak with her, to make your admiration known?’
‘I could not speak to her. She is a Quaker. I fear she would be displeased.’
‘Is it enough, then, to look?’
‘Yes, for the rest of my life I would be content if only I might look at her.’
‘Perhaps she would wish for something more from Your Highness than looks?’
He was startled. ‘You think she would?’
‘I am sure of it. I suspect that this young lady is hurt and disappointed because you have made no attempt to speak to her.’
‘Hurt! Disappointed. Oh, but I would not hurt her for the world.’
‘Then you should show your devotion by arranging to meet her.’
‘How could I do that? I could not call at the linen draper’s.’
‘No, certainly you could not do that. But she will know that you are the Prince of Wales and she will believe that because you do not seek a means of speaking to her you feel yourself too far above her to wish to.’
‘She could not think that.’
‘How could she think otherwise? Do you really wish to speak to this young lady?’
‘It is what I long for.’
‘Perhaps it could be arranged.’
‘Who could arrange it?’
‘I have friends ..
‘You would...Oh, Miss Chudleigh!’
She curtsied and raised her mischievous eyes to his face. ‘Did I not tell Your Highness that I wished to serve you. Now you tell me all you can and I will see what can be done. Only this must be a secret. If you told your mother...Heaven knows what would happen to the young lady.’
‘I fear my mother would not wish me to meet her.’
‘Ah, mothers! It is the same with my own. Do you know she regards me as an infant in arms even now. But we have to remember that we are grown up, although it does no harm to let our mothers go on believing we are babies if it pleases them. Why shouldn’t everyone be pleased?’
‘That is what I want...to please everyone.’
‘Let me discover what can be done. I think I can promise you that very soon you will have been able to tell your beautiful Quakeress how much you admire her.’
‘And you will tell no one?’
‘Trust me. As soon as I have news I will give it to Your Highness.’
‘I do not know how to thank you, Miss Chudleigh.’
‘It is I who should thank you for giving me a chance to be of service.’
• • •
Elizabeth was enjoying her part in the Prince’s first love affair. Intrigue fascinated her; and it was quite right, she assured herself, that the poor boy should be cut free from his mother’s apron strings; and who more able to do that than a mistress.
He was young, but not too young. It was a man’s desires which decided for him when he should begin his love life; and George’s had evidently decided for him. Let him have a mistress or two and the Princess Dowager and her paramour Lord Bute would find they could not guide their little Prince as easily as they had hoped. It would be fun to watch the breakaway.
In the meantime the rendezvous with the fair lady had to be arranged. It was not so easy as she had at first imagined. The girl was a Quakeress and therefore it would be impossible to call at the linen-draper’s and explain the Prince’s interest in the fair inmate of that establishment. First of all she must sound the young lady’s inclinations. If she were agreeable it would be so much easier; not that Elizabeth would entirely dismiss the possibility of abduction. After all it was for the Prince of Wales; and reluctant ladies could become willing ones in certain circumstances.
This was a project after her own heart. She paid a visit to the linen-draper’s where she was treated with great respect. These Quakers were good business-folk and Mr. Wheeler paid due homage to ladies of quality in his shop no matter how he might disapprove of them in his back parlour.
His wife was present and it was easy to indulge in a little conversation with her about her children. They all seemed so young. Then she made the discovery that the young lady in question was not a Miss Wheeler; she was Miss Ha