The Regent's Daughter: (Georgian Series) (36 page)

‘N … no,’ said Charlotte.

‘Ah, you must read it. I have it here. I’d like to frame it. The
Morning Post
printed a poem about your respected Papa calling him an Adonis and glory of his people and goodness knows what. Then Leigh Hunt writes this … Here. I’ll read it for you. “This Adonis in loveliness is a corpulent man of fifty.” I’ll swear he liked that. If ever you want to annoy your father call him fat. He hates the word. He thinks if no one uses it it just is not. So he’ll love this. Corpulent man of fifty. And him behaving like a young man of twenty-one! “This delightful, blissful, wise, honourable, virtuous, true and immortal Prince is a violator of his word, a libertine over head and ears in disgrace, despiser of domestic ties, the companion of gamblers and demireps, a man who has just closed half a century without one single claim on the gratitude of his country or the respect of posterity.” There’s your Papa for you.’

‘They actually wrote that about the P … Prince Regent!’

‘They did, my pet, and are being prosecuted for libel and my Brougham is going to get them off.’

‘Papa will never permit it.’

‘There is one thing that is of more importance than he is, my pet, and that is the law. Mr Brougham knows a great deal about the law – far more than Adonis does. And then there is my dear Sam Whitbread. He’s a Member of Parliament and a very clever gentleman and he is my friend. He has sworn to stand by me and to help me to my rights. So you see, my sweet child, we are not alone, you and I. Nobody is going to trample on us. We have protectors. Listen! Do I hear carriage wheels?’

Charlotte said that she did. And in a very short time Mr Brougham was ushered into the room to be followed a little later by Samuel Whitbread; and after treating her with the utmost respect as though she were not only a princess but an adult, they began to talk of her rights and the need for her to have an establishment of her own.

There was nothing she wanted so much. She wanted freedom from restraint; but she felt very uneasy when she wondered what her father would say if he could see her here with these people who had openly declared themselves to be his enemies.

The battle for Miss Knight

MRS GAGARIN LAY
in bed gazing sadly at Charlotte who was seated beside her, an expression of great sadness in her eyes. Dear Gagy, thought Charlotte, it was clear that she was growing more and more wan every day. Louisa had told her sadly that she did not think she would be with them this time next year.

‘You must take more care,’ said Charlotte severely.

Mrs Gagarin smiled and held out her hand. ‘It’s my dearest Highness I’m concerned about.’

‘You were always foolish about me. I’m old enough now to take care of myself. You know there is talk of Cliffy’s resigning.’

‘Yes. Louisa told me. And then …?’

‘And then I shall be free. I’ll never have another governess. I’m quite determined.’ Charlotte hesitated. Better not to mention those important men she had met at her mother’s house. Poor Gagy would start to worry if she did; and that would be no good for her in her present state.

Louisa Lewis who was hovering near the bed said: ‘Don’t tire yourself. You should be sleeping.’

‘So you should,’ added Charlotte, ‘and I am keeping you awake. Oh, darling Gagy, do get well.’ She knelt by the bed and taking Mrs Gagarin’s hand kissed it fervently. Louisa laid a hand on her shoulder and Charlotte rose and leaning over gently kissed Mrs Gagarin’s forehead. Then she tiptoed away with Louisa into the adjoining room.

‘Is she dying, Louisa?’ she asked.

‘Fading away,’ replied Louisa. ‘But she’ll be with us a little longer.’

‘I used to think she would always be there. When I became Queen I was going to give her a house of her own – and you were to share it, Louisa.’

‘I know, my dearest, but things don’t always work out as we plan. There are changes.’

‘Changes,’ agreed Charlotte. ‘Changes everywhere. Where is Mrs Udney? I have not seen her for days.’

Louisa pressed her lips tightly together. ‘So,’ said Charlotte, ‘she has gone. I suppose this is my grandmother’s doing. Louisa, I am afraid that she will try to force another governess on me. I won’t have it. I shall stand firm.’

Louisa was silent, wondering how Charlotte would successfully oppose such forces as the Queen and the Prince Regent. There was certainly a new determination about the Princess. She was growing up and she had always known that it was very likely that one day she would be Queen.

‘I suppose changes come about all the time,’ she mused. ‘It makes one a little sad. Mrs Udney … gone. I’m sure she has. But they didn’t tell me. They should have told me. She was of
my
household. Actually I’m not sure whether I’m glad or sorry. I didn’t really like her but she made life exciting in a way with all the gossip and the cartoons and things like that. And now she has gone without saying goodbye. And my mother says I’m too old to have a governess, and there are people like Brougham and Whitbread who will help me to get my independence and what is due to me. Louisa, I’ll tell you something: Mercer is coming to see me.’

‘But your father forbade her to.’

‘I know, but I am growing up and I really don’t see why my friends should be chosen for me.’

‘Oh, my dearest, take care.’

‘That is exactly what I intend to do … take care that I am no longer treated as a child.’

‘Mercer!’ The friends embraced. ‘How wonderful to see you! Your letters have been
such
a comfort – and how brave of you to come here.’

Mercer shrugged aside the compliment. ‘I don’t think the Regent would be very harsh on us if he knew. He is kind at heart and I expect he is sometimes sorry that he stopped our meetings.’

Charlotte glowed with pleasure as she always did when his virtues were referred to. ‘He is,’ she agreed warmly. ‘He really is kind at heart.’

‘Now,’ said Mercer practically, ‘it is certain that Lady de Clifford is going. She has had her
congé
and although I daresay she is hoping you’ll make a scene and beg her to stay, in certain quarters it has been decided that the matter is settled.’

‘How clever of you to find out!’

‘I have heard it from several sources and that they are thinking of appointing the Duchess of Leeds to take her place as your governess.’

‘The Duchess of Leeds!’

‘She is a meek creature and would give you little trouble.’

‘But as governess! I have sworn I’ll never have another.’

‘They are going to insist on it.’

‘They? You mean the Queen. I suppose
she
is behind this.’

‘Your only chance would be to appeal to your father.’

‘Of course. I’ll write to him. You’ll help me to compose a letter, Mercer?’

Mercer inclined her head like a wise mandarin. That was in fact what she had intended to suggest.

Mercer said: ‘A letter such as this is of the utmost importance. Your affairs are, after all, the concern of the State. A copy of this should be sent to Lord Liverpool.’

‘Lord Liverpool!’

‘Certainly. He’s the Prime Minister, is he not?’

For comfort Lady de Clifford took a larger pinch of snuff than usual. After all these years, she was thinking, to be dismissed more or less, for that was what in her heart she felt it to be. All the years I have looked after the Princess … and then to be thrust aside.

Seeing her governess so dejected, Charlotte tried to cheer her and smiled at her brightly.

‘My dear Princess Charlotte, it does me so much good to see you,’ sighed Lady de Clifford. ‘A privilege I fear I shall soon have to do without.’

Charlotte nodded with an almost ready resignation.

‘Of course,’ went on Lady de Clifford, ‘it is a great wrench for me.’

‘These separations are inevitable.’

‘And very sad.’

Charlotte could not honestly concede that. ‘You’ll be happier without me,’ she consoled. ‘Think of the trial I was to you. All the wicked things I did.’

‘One expects waywardness from children.’

‘All my unsuitable friendships,’ continued Charlotte. ‘My lack of dignity. It may well be what is known as a happy release.’

Lady de Clifford was shocked. She had expected a pleasantly tearful scene with Charlotte imploring her not to go. This was very different. So ungrateful! thought Lady de Clifford. And how typical of royalty!

Guessing her thoughts Charlotte tried to placate her without pretending. ‘You see, Cliffy, I am too old for governesses. It is not just you. It’s that I want to be free. I’m too old to have a governess and that’s a fact.’

It was the right angle. Poor Cliffy brightened considerably. If the Princess were too old to have a governess there would be no slight implied by her dismissal. It was only if another was appointed that people would say she had failed.

‘Your Highness is right, of course. You are no longer of an age to have a governess. If I might offer a word of advice I would say that should they try to inflict one on you you should refuse.’

‘That’s the sort of advice I can accept because it accords entirely with my intentions,’ replied Charlotte; and wondered what poor ineffectual Cliffy would say if she knew that letters were on the way to the Regent and the Prime Minister.

That day Charlotte was visited by her Aunt Mary and she could not resist the opportunity to speak of that matter which was uppermost in her mind. Mary was shocked. Charlotte had not been officially told. How, she wanted to know, had Charlotte learned of this.

‘Cliffy herself told me she’d resigned and that her resignation was accepted. I think she was hoping I would implore her to stay and was hurt when I did not.’

‘You don’t regret her leaving you, then?’

‘Dear Aunt, I am not a child any more and I have done with governesses. Nothing will induce me to accept another.’

The Princess Mary felt it her duty to inform the Queen of this conversation. Mary was enjoying a certain amount of independence, largely because of the Regent’s action in settling an income on her and her sisters, but the habit of a lifetime was strong and the Queen had trained her daughters to report immediately anything that might be of the slightest interest to her. Matters which concerned the Princess Charlotte were of vital importance to her and her immediate action was to send for Charlotte and Lady de Clifford.

When they arrived at Windsor where the Queen impatiently awaited them, they were received coldly, and scarcely glancing at Lady de Clifford the Queen expressed her surprise that a governess should have felt the necessity of telling Charlotte she had resigned.

‘A matter,’ she added, ‘which the Princess should have heard from myself or the Prince Regent.’

‘But what does it matter from what source I heard it?’ demanded Charlotte. ‘Besides, I knew about it. Everyone is talking about it.’

‘
Everyone,
Charlotte? I beg of you, do not exaggerate. This is a most distressing affair and made unnecessarily so, I fear.’

‘It is inevitable,’ retorted Charlotte. ‘I am too old for governesses.’

The Queen said: ‘I am surprised that you feel so little regret at the prospect of Lady de Clifford’s departure. She has been with you so many years. I’m afraid this shows a most
unfeeling
nature.’

‘It doesn’t,’ contradicted Charlotte. ‘It’s merely that the time has come for me to do without a governess.’

‘That,’ replied the Queen shortly, ‘is not a matter for you to decide. Your father will doubtless convey his decision to you in due course.’

‘His decision! I hope Your Majesty does not mean that he has another governess in mind for me!’

‘A father is in no way bound to explain his decision to a daughter and a daughter has only to concern herself with obedience.’

Charlotte was angry but, as always in the presence of the Queen, was unable to explain her feelings.

But those letters which she and Mercer had composed would, by now – or very nearly – be in the hands of her father and his Prime Minister. Then the trouble would begin.

The Regent read his daughter’s letter with an astonishment which quickly turned to fury. So she would lay down instructions to him! She would plague him! Was it not enough that he should have to tolerate the wife an unkind fate had given him! Must he be cursed as well with a disobedient troublemaking daughter!

She would soon discover that it was not her prerogative to order him, and as soon as a new governess was appointed and her present household completely reorganized the better.

He sent for his Lord Chancellor, Lord Eldon, and gave him Charlotte’s letter to read.

‘Well?’ demanded the Prince.

Eldon grunted. ‘Her Highness will need very firm treatment,’ he said.

The Regent nodded. He could trust the wily lawyer to stand by him in this matter which was an important one when there were such rival factions at work. Charlotte might be a minor just now but she was an heiress to the throne – and this was doubtless the reason for her defiance, for she was fully aware of her position. But ‘Bags’ – his nickname for Eldon – could be relied on. He was the best sort of henchman, perhaps because his roots were in trade rather than the aristocracy, and he had had to rely on his own abilities to reach his present position. His father had been ‘in coal’ at Newcastle-upon-Tyne, whatever that meant. The Regent thought of it vaguely as ‘Trade’. However, he was not one to look closely into a man’s origins. Old Bags was his Chancellor and his man.

‘We shall go at once to Windsor to see my daughter,’ announced the Prince.

‘And explain to her doubtless that it is not for her to dictate to Your Highness.’

‘Precisely.’

‘And that Your Highness sees clearly how much she is in need of a governess?’

‘It is obvious, is it not?’

‘Your Highness has chosen?’

‘I am considering the Duchess of Leeds.’

Eldon inclined his head. ‘And the rest of her household?’

‘I think a clean sweep, don’t you, Bags? We have already dismissed some of them.’

‘Your Highness shows your usual insight. My daughter …’

‘Would like a place in Charlotte’s household? I don’t see why not.’