Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill

So Maria tolerated him for the sake of the rank she would one day haye? How many times had he told her what he would do for her when he was King ... or Regent? All this time he had thought she cared for him. But of course she cared for him. Maria was not a seeker after that sort of advantage. She had been happiest when they had been poor ... well, when he had sold his horses and shut Carlton House and they had attempted to economize 1 And yet ... her temper was almost unendurable these days. She suppressed her feelings for weeks and then gave vent to a violent outburst. She did not mince her words then.

Oh, Maria! He wanted to go to her now. He wanted to plain to her: You see, my Dear Love, I have to marry. It is my duty. The people expect it. They are sullen now because I don't marry. Frederick will never have children. He doesn't live with that woman of his—and I don't blame him. William is chortling with glee because he is the third son and can enjoy married bliss with Mrs. Jordan without the benefit of clergy. Even young Augustus has his matrimonial difficulties. It is my duty. I am the eldest. I must marry, Maria. I must give the country the heir it needs. Then my debts will be settled and if they are not, they will be putting me into a debtors' prison.

The Prince of Wales in a debtors' prison. The idea was absurd. His father and the Parliament would never allow that.

Yet if he did not fall into line, if he did not do his duty ...

A prince ... a future king ... is in the hands of his people...

He thought of that king across the water who had fallen into the hands of his people and the stories he had heard of that Terror haunted him.

You see, Maria. You see, it has to be.

If he went along and explained to Maria. But it was one subject which could never be explained to Maria. She saw it only through her own eyes; she could see no other point of view. Her religion insisted.

Maria, it is selfish of you. You must see my point of view too. You may have your religion, but I have my duty to the State.

It was no use talking to Maria. She would lose her temper. He would not discuss his affairs with her. He would act first and she would accept what he did as a fait accompli.

He was meeting her that evening at the house of the Duke of Clarence at Bushey.

He had almost made up his mind how he must act.

Maria was waiting for her carriage to take her to Bushey. Miss Pigot sat with her, watching her anxiously.

Dear Maria, thought Miss Pigot, how sad she was because of the Prince's behaviour! This Lady Jersey was a wicked woman and no one was going to convince Miss Pigot that she was not.

'All will be well, Maria,' she said wistfully.

Maria laughed without pleasure. 'My dear Pig, it's the old pattern which I have learned to know so well. He becomes enamoured of some woman; he makes a public scandal with her; and then when it is over he comes back full of repentance. It will never happen again ... until the next time.'

'He always comes back,' said Miss Pigot.

'To find me patiently waiting.'

'He trusts you, Maria. He relies on you.'

'He relies on me to respect my vows although he breaks his constantly.'

'He is young. He is a prince. Perhaps in time he will settle down. Give him time, Maria. It will all come well in the end.'

'You're a romantic optimist, Piggy. And here's the carriage.'

'Perhaps he will come back with you tonight.'

'I doubt it, Pig. The moment has not yet come.'

'And you will be gentle with him.'

Maria's face flamed in sudden anger. 'You ask too much. I shall be cool, I hope. I shall try to show him that he has no power to hurt me.'

Ah, sighed Miss Pigot to herself. If only that were true.

William, Duke of Clarence, received her with the deference he would show to the Princess of Wales. All the Prince's brothers were her friends; and even though there was a coldness between Frederick and the Prince of Wales—because of Frederick's wife's treatment of her—that had not prevented Frederick's remaining her very good friend.

The company was awaiting the arrival of the Prince of Wales, none more eagerly than Maria. She was always excited at that moment when he entered a room—so graceful, and in spite of the fact that he was putting on weight alarmingly, so elegant. A prince—every inch of him, she thought with pride.

Oh, this affair will be over like the others and then the reconciliation.

But they must stop. They impair his dignity no less than mine. I shall be firm. I shall tell him that they must stop and that this is the last time I will tolerate his infidelities. If he

does not remain my faithful husband I shall leave him. I shall go abroad again. Where? To France? Oh, not that pitiable country! To Switzerland, perhaps.

Where was the Prince? William was puzzled. He had promised to come most definitely.

Something must have happened to detain him. And here was a messenger with letters. One for William and one for Maria. So he has remembered to send a message to his wife, thought Maria with satisfaction.

She opened hers. The words in that familiar handwriting would not make sense. Such words were impossible. They could not be true, for they told her that he would never enter her house again.

She smiled faintly. They must not guess ... not yet, though of course they would soon know.

So ... she was dismissed. She was treated as a mistress of whom he had tired. His vows were to be discarded.

It wasn't true. It was a phase inspired by that wicked Jersey woman.

William was looking at her in some consternation. She smiled.

'So the Prince is unable to attend,' she said. 'Shall we go into di

Sensing calamity, Miss Pigot was waiting for her when she returned.

'Maria ... Maria ... my dearest Maria what has happened?'

'It is the end. He is never coming here again.'

'It can't be true.'

'He has given me my ... dismissal.'

'No, no. I can't believe it.'

'Read this, then.'

Miss Pigot read it; then she threw herself on to a couch and covered her face with her hands.

'Be calm, Pig,' said Maria. 'We should have seen this coming.'

'That woman ...'

'Is no ordinary woman.'

'He'll come back. There have been quarrels before.'

'Too many quarrels.'

'Oh, Maria, Maria ... What shall you do?'

'I have to think. I have to think very clearly.'

Quickly, thought the Prince. Before I change my mind. I dare not pause to think. I dare not look back now.

He went to see the King and naturally the Queen was present.

'I have made up my mind to marry,' he said.

The King smiled. 'That is good ... sound good sense, eh, what? The people will be pleased. We shouldn't delay.'

'Fortunately,' said the Queen, 'there is a charming Princess available—talented, beautiful and a Protestant. I refer to my niece, Louise of Mecklenburg-Strelitz.'

Her niece! thought the Prince. Never. One woman from Mecklenburg-Strelitz is enough!

'You are very fortunate indeed,' said the King. 'You have a choice. My niece or the Queen's. Louise of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, daughter of the Queen's brother, or Caroline of Brunswick, daughter of my sister. And once your promise has been given officially to accept one of these ladies there will be no hesitation in the settlement of those debts.'

A choice, thought the Prince. And one German frau was as good as another.

The Queen was looking eager. Oh, how much she wanted him to take her niece I No, Madam, you should have behaved differently if you had wanted concessions from me. Certainly I'll not take your niece. It will have to be this other. Caroline of Brunswick. He was begi

The King was patting him on the shoulder. Everything was going to be all right now. The Prince had come to his senses.