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They seemed to be surrounded by two different kinds of friends. There were some who shared the friendship of both of them, people like the Duchess of Devonshire, the Sheridans, the Dukes of Grafton and Bedford. But the Prince had his own set which consisted of people like Major Hanger, that eccentric fellow who was so fond of practical joking—a habit Maria deplored. She was never amused to be the subject of such jokes, although to please the Prince she accepted the role she was sometimes called upon to play.
Two people of whom Maria could never approve were Sir John and Leticia Lade. Sir John was celebrated for the ma
caught and hanged Letty married Sir John. She was an amazon of a woman and could handle a horse even better than her husband and had immediately called attention to herself by riding astride and by her management of a curricle and four.
They had a house near Brighton and at the races had made the acquaintance of the Prince of Wales, who was amused and intrigued by the free talk of Letty and the skill she shared with her husband in the management of horses. The Prince's love of horses drew him to the pair and they were often seen together.
Then there was the wild Barry family. Hellgate, Cripple-gate, Newgate and Lady Billingsgate. Hellgate was Richard, Earl of Barrymore, who had such a quick temper that he was constantly Hying into violent rages; hence his name. His brother Henry was club-footed and so was Cripplegate. A young brother, Augustus, had been so often imprisoned for debt that he was called Newgate, this being the only prison he had not stayed in; and their sister Caroline swore in such a ma
'We called him Profligate,' said the Earl, which made the Prince roar with laughter. Although of course when he repeated the joke to Maria it brought only a forced smile to her lips.
Maria did not approve of the Lades, nor the Barrys.
Dear Maria was decidedly prim. Not that he would have her otherwise. She was perfect as she was. He would not have liked to see her swearing with Letty Lade or joining in the pranks he played with the 'Gates'. But she must remember that he was young—six years younger than she was—and that he wanted to enjoy all the fun that was to be had; so he wanted to be with these a.nusing friends and when he wearied of them to return to Maria's comforting bosom.
He had taken her brothers Walter and John into his circle, and they were in constant attendance. They clearly adored him and would do anything however wild to amuse him. This worried Maria a little; but what could she do? How could she
tell her brothers that they must avoid the company of her husband, particularly when that husband was the Prince of Wales. They were getting into financial difficulties and could not understand why Maria did nothing for them. Why did she not procure some rewarding post for them in the Prince's household? It was true she extracted them from several financial embarrassments; but the Prince would have done anything ior her. She only had to ask for some sinecure to be bestowed on her brothers and it would have been done in a flash.
But Maria was adamant. She would have liked them to go back to the country; she deplored the fact that their father had been unable to control them owing to his illness. Uncle Henry was far too easy going.
So Maria kept an eye on her brothers and longed for the days before the return of the Duke of York, who was always agreeable to her and ready to be her good friend; but she did deplore the practical jokes, the wild horseplay, the extravagance.
It was different from those lovely days at Brighton when the Prince had scarcely ever left her.
But he was still devoted; still determined that everywhere she should be accepted as the Princess of Wales.
In her house in Pall Mall where the walls of her drawing room were hung with puckered blue satin, and on the walls of the dining room hung full-length portraits of the Prince of Wales and the Duke of York, she entertained lavishly during the winter; and in the spring she rode down to Brighton with the Prince.
They were happily married—as she saw it; and she did not believe it would ever be otherwise.
Then there was disturbing news of the King.
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The King's Madness
'The Queen/ said Miss Burney to the very gallant Colonel Digby who, others had noticed, was constantly at her side, 'seems to me to be obsessed by a most fearful apprehension.'
'Ah, Miss Burney,' laughed the Colonel, 'you are too fanciful. I believe you dream up all sorts of terrors—and possibly joys—for us all, Her Majesty no exception.'
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Colonel Digby remarked that the Queen no doubt had her problems. His Highness's conduct at Brighton was giving concern to the King—so perhaps that was the cause of her preoccupation.
'Yes,' agreed Fa
The Colonel laughed aloud; he did laugh frequently witli Fa
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It was the tea-time hour—one of the best of the day as far as Fa
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Madam von Schwellenburg came into the room at that moment frowning and looking disapprovingly at Fa
'Tea I vill haf, Miss Berners,' she said, and Fa
The unpleasant woman made a face. 'Poof. Not goot. Too much time on talks...' She frowned at Colonel Goldsworthy who emitted a slight snore. 'Colonel Goldsworthy ... he alvays sleeps vith me. Sleeps he vith you too, Miss Berners?'
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Madam von Schwellenburg tapped her foot impatiently on the floor and looked delighted when one of the pages appeared to say that His Majesty wished to see Colonel Digby.