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'This vay com,' were the words which came from that excessively ugly mouth.
I do not think, thought Fa
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She was given a man- and maidservant and momentarily thought that she might be about to enjoy a life of ease, but was quickly disillusioned.
Madam von Schwellenburg took pains to impress on her
that, as Keeper of the Robes, she was Fa
7 make rules,' Schwellenburg informed her. 'I ... selfs.' And did Fa
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'So ... you do not like?' Schwellenburg was offendect. She was not going to have upstart novelists turning their noses up at her precious pets. And from then on she decided to make Fa
'Novels,' she declared to her pet toad, giving Fa
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There were others—rising at six every morning and putting on a cap and gown so as to be ready to fly to the royal apartments as soon as the summons came from the Queen, which could be at any time between seven and eight. The Queen rose earlier but never sent for Fa
Schwellenburg, Fa
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She would tell Susan that she would run a prodigious risk of picking up the gown before the hoop and the fan before the neck kerchief.
Soon after eight there were prayers in the Castle Chapel at which all the royal family in residence attended. Then back to breakfast—the most pleasant time of the day when she could sit over the meal for an hour with a book. There followed what could be a leisurely morning if it was not one of the Queen's curling and crimping days which she discovered occurred twice a week and at which ceremony she would be required to assist.
But the Queen's dressing for the day did not take place until a quarter to one and this was the real ceremony with Schwel-lenburg in command. Fa
Being at Court Fa
Poor creatures, thought Fa
At eight o'clock it was one of her duties to make tea for the equerries or any gentlemen who had received a royal invitation to attend one of the nightly concerts.
Between nine and eleven, while the concert was in pro-
gress, Fa
It was a tiring day and, as each day was very like those which had preceded it, very monotonous.
But Fa
During her leisure hours she wrote in her diary and letters home. This was her greatest pleasure.
The King had had a word or two with Miss Burney when he passed through the Queen's apartments. His eyes twinkled every time they alighted on her; he evidently thought it most odd that she should have written a novel. But he always spoke to her kindly and if he had not spoken so quickly and she could have understood what he meant she would not have been in the least afraid of him.
As he came out of the Lodge on an August morning he was thinking of the Prince of Wales and the spectacle he made of himself pretending to economize. Something would have to be done about that sooner or later. He would have to speak to Pitt again.
As his carriage drove from Windsor to St. James's he was aware of the sullen looks which came his way; there was silence too. No loyal shouts. Quite a number of people passed the carriage without a glance. There was one cry of 'Long live the Prince of Wales'.
Sad, thought the King, when a loyal shout for the son meant a disloyal thought directed against the father.
He was tired. There were occasions when he felt ill, when he wished that he could shut himself away if not at Windsor at
kew and never have to see a politician again and to forget that he had ever begotten a son named George.
As soon as the levee was over he would return to Windsor. He would hunt, for exercise was so good for one of his ever-increasing weight; and on horseback he could forget his trouble.
His carriage was approaching St. James's Palace where a little knot of people—not more than half a dozen—had paused to watch him. He stepped out of the carriage and as he did so a woman disengaged herself from that little crowd and ran towards him waving a paper in her right hand.
Oh dear, thought the King, a petition. Still he must pay attention when his people wished to call attention to some imagined injustice.