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‘Miss Chudleigh, I have married Ha
She caught her breath. It was incredible. Fresh from her own adventure with the church register of Larnston it still seemed fantastic. The future King of England married to a little Quaker girl—the niece of a linen-draper! Oh no. It couldn’t be true. It simply could not.
He was watching her eagerly, so she forced her features into an expression of deepest sympathy.
‘It seemed to me the only possible action, Miss Chudleigh.’
‘I understand.’
‘I knew you would. Oh...I knew you would. So you are not shocked.’
‘I think you have done a brave and noble thing.’ She forced the tears into her eyes; it was not easy, but she had taught herself this trick and in any case she was so surprised that it was not so difficult as usual.
‘Oh, Miss Chudleigh, I feel much better having confided in you.’
‘I am glad Your Highness so honoured me. Have you...told any others?’
‘Only my sister Elizabeth and Edward...my brother. Edward was our witness.’
‘And who married you?’
‘Dr. Wilmot. I commanded it. They ca
‘Your Highness is your own master and will ere long, I doubt not, be the master of us all. So...no one else knows.’
He shook his head. ‘It is a great relief, Miss Chudleigh, to share this burden. I want to explain. Ha
‘I understand. I am sure you were right. It was good and noble. I am sure of it. And Mr. Axford...?’
‘The marriage to Mr. Axford was no real marriage. It took place at the marriage mill, which is illegal. Mr. Axford himself believes this, for he has recently married a Miss Bartlett. Dr. Wilmot helped me discover the truth of this and there is no doubt of it.’
‘So...there is a Princess of Wales,’ murmured Elizabeth.
‘I do not know whether Ha
Elizabeth nodded. Here was excitement. This made her little adventure seem like a nursery prank. The Prince married—and the King in ignorance of it. And the Princess and old Bute...I She wanted to laugh, but she smiled benignly, sympathetically and affectionately.
‘Your Highness, may I dare to advise you..?’
‘Oh, Miss Chudleigh, please do.’
‘Say nothing of this to anyone...who does not know already.’
‘I certainly will not. And thank you for your kindness.’
‘Your Highness, you must not thank me. I have done nothing...though I wish you to know that I will do anything to serve you now and at any time.’
The Prince went to his apartments considerably comforted by the encounter; and Elizabeth went to hers in a state of great excitement.
• • •
Elizabeth presented herself to the Dowager Princess. Augusta forced herself to smile. She wished the woman had stayed in the country. There was something quite brazen about her; and when one thought how much she knew of that unfortunate affair of George and the Quaker it was really quite disconcerting.
‘So you have returned,’ said Augusta.
Elizabeth swept a demure curtsy. ‘And have come to ask Your Highness’s pardon.’
The Princess raised her eyebrows
‘Have I Your Highness’s permission to proceed:-’
‘Pray do.’
‘I have to confess, Your Highness, that I am married.’
‘And when did this occur?’
‘Some years ago, Your Highness.’
‘I see, so you have been posing at my Court as a single woman.’
‘That is so, Your Highness.’
‘I find this distasteful.’
‘Your Highness, I fear there is much going on that is distasteful.’ The beautiful wide-open eyes met those of the Princess Dowager and the Princess felt her own colour rise. A reference to herself and Lord Bute. The insolence of the creature. She would not have her at the Court. Could this clandestine marriage be used as a means of getting rid of her?
‘The name of your husband?’
‘The Honourable Augustus John Hervey.’
‘Bristol’s grandson...and heir.’ Light was begi
Yes, in spite of Lord Bute’s warnings she was going to get rid of her.
‘I trust Your Highness is not displeased.’
‘I am very displeased. I do not care for this secrecy. I find it...discourteous. I trust you enjoyed your stay in the country. Where was it?’
‘Larnston, Your Highness, not far from Winchester.’
‘A pleasant part of the country, I believe. You should enjoy staying there.’
Elizabeth was startled. Was that a command?
‘Now you may leave me.’
Elizabeth was alarmed. She knew what would happen. She had seen it before. She would retire to her apartments, and in a very short time a messenger would come to her with the news that there was no longer a place for her in the Princess’s household and she would be expected to leave within a few hours. And once out it would be hard to come back. The King? He was getting old and tired. He might have forgotten that he had once found her attractive.
She must act quickly. She had always been impulsive; it was one of her great faults; but this was definitely an occasion when prompt action was necessary.
‘Your Highness...certain information has come to me which my loyalty to you demands I pass on...without delay.’
‘What?’
‘Madam, I scarcely know how to tell you. I fear it will be a great shock. It is a matter of the utmost gravity…’
‘What are you trying to say to me?’
‘It concerns the Prince.’
The Princess Dowager’s attitude had changed. She had suddenly realized that they were no longer discussing a maid of honour’s trivial misdemeanour, and she was a frightened woman.
Dare I? Elizabeth asked herself. But it was the only way. She must not tell him that I told...I must prevent that. And if she did? Well, then she could go to him when the storm had abated and tell him she had done it for the sake of the crown, the throne, the country.
She must create a diversion now...she must show that she could be useful to the Princess...otherwise a greater calamity than the Prince’s marriage would occur: Elizabeth Chudleigh would be expelled from Court.
She had made up her mind.
‘Your Highness, the Prince is married.’
The Princess Dowager had risen; she was speechless and reached blindly for the arm of her chair to steady herself.
‘I am sorry it is I who must give Your Highness such news.’
‘It is not possible...’ stammered the Princess, for this was the only state of affairs she could possibly tolerate.
‘Alas...Your Highness.’
‘How? When? To whom?’
‘A short while ago, Madam. He did not tell me the date. But he was married by Dr. Wilmot in Curzon Street to Ha
‘The...the Quaker woman?’
‘Yes, Your Highness.’
‘I do not believe it. It is some fabrication. It is quite untrue. It would not be possible.’
‘Would Your Highness wish me to summon one of the maids to bring you some...stimulant? Your Highness seems in need...’
‘Summon no one. Is the door shut? Make sure that no one is near.’
‘Yes, Your Highness.’
‘Now...who has told you this...ridiculous falsehood?’
‘His Highness, the Prince.’
‘He has told you this?’
‘He confides in me, Madam. He finds me sympathetic. You will remember how useful I was able to be to Your Highness when he began this co
The Princess picked up her fan absently and began to fan herself. She felt faint. It is not true, she kept telling herself. It could not possibly be true. I am dreaming, of course. This is a nightmare. I must wake up because this idea is intolerable...even in a dream.