The Regent's Daughter: (Georgian Series) (45 page)

Cornelia felt a twinge of apprehension, wondering what the Regent had to say to her.

She soon discovered. He had not forgotten her rather careless conduct in riding out to Chiswick with the Princess. He wanted her to be especially careful, particularly now that
Charlotte was affianced. He had noticed that his daughter’s behaviour was sometimes what he would call ‘light’. He did not think those who had been put in charge of her should allow her to behave in this way. She was an innocent young girl, he was fully aware of that. But he did not want people to suppose for one moment that it could be otherwise. And people were inclined to put unfortunate constructions on the most innocent actions. He did not want to have to lay the blame at any door, there were so many who would say that there was some fault in her household.

Cornelia thought of the Hesse letters and shivered.

This rather disturbing conversation was brought to an end by the sound of violent sobbing in the next room. The Regent sprang to his feet and hurried in the direction of the sobs. Charlotte had thrown herself on to a sofa and was crying bitterly while the Prince of Orange was standing helplessly by.

‘Is he taking his leave of you?’ asked the Regent. ‘Well, well, you must not be distressed. You will have plenty of chances to be alone with him.’ He turned to Orange. ‘In spite of her protests I fear we must depart now. Don’t forget you have an important engagement.’

How like him! He did not want to know the cause of her tears and had implied it was because Orange was saying goodbye to her. He decided how people should act to give him most comfort, and that was the way he pretended they did.

When they had gone Charlotte said: ‘I don’t want to be engaged to him, Cornelia. I never wanted it. And he told me that I shall have to live part of the year in Holland. I won’t. I swear I won’t.’

Cornelia did her best to comfort her, but they were both conscious of how implacable could be the will of the plump and benign-looking Regent.

Charlotte lay listlessly in her bed. For some days she had felt very unwell. The pain in her knee had intensified; she had no desire to go out. Louisa tried to mother her, but she did not respond. Cornelia, who knew the cause of her apprehension, wrote to Mercer and told her how uneasy she was.

When Mercer arrived Charlotte brightened considerably and the two of them discussed her affairs with Cornelia. Charlotte admitted that she did not want to marry Orange although she
did not dislike him as much as she had thought she would, and she knew she had to marry someone; but the thought of having to leave England horrified her.

‘Imagine,’ she cried, ‘to be in a strange land, parted from all one’s friends. Besides, my place is here. One day I shall be the Queen. Should the Queen of England live abroad?’

Mercer was thoughtful. ‘You could not, as Queen of England, live abroad.’

‘And could he, as ruler of Holland which he will one day be, live in England?’

There was silence and then Mercer said: ‘Don’t worry, let things go for the moment and do not let the Regent know that you are determined on this point. You could not possibly go abroad for a long time. The state of Europe would not permit it. And your betrothal has not yet been publicly announced. I would say wait and see what happens.’

Cornelia was nodding her approval of this idea; and Charlotte felt relieved. Her two friends had comforted her as they always did.

Enter and exit Leopold

THE FOLLOWING JANUARY
was the coldest Charlotte ever remembered. By the middle of the month the Thames was frozen and booths were set up on the ice that a fair might be held. It was impossible to travel outside London for the roads were blocked with snow; trade was coming to a standstill; but the mood of the people continued exultant because the end of the Napoleonic war was in sight.

The Regent was stricken with influenza and gout. He was peevish and his doctors were constantly at his bedside; Charlotte herself was far from well; she said she only had to put her nose outside the door to shrivel up like a lemon.

But by the end of the month the thaw had set in and everyone’s spirits rose.

On her birthday Charlotte went to visit her mother. She was feeling hurt because she had not seen her father. It was true he had remembered her birthday and had explained to her that he
would be unable to see her on that day as he had promised to attend a christening. But, Charlotte asked herself, if he had really wished to be with her he would not have allowed this other engagement to be made. He had given her a splendid diamond bracelet for a birthday present when he had told her that he would be unable to see her; it was very grand and valuable and she had worn it constantly since – even on unsuitable occasions – but she could not tell him that his presence would have meant more to her than the glittering gift.

At least she could see her mother and Caroline received her with many explanations of delight and affection. If her little girl had not come to her on her birthday she would have called in Brougham and Whitbread to do something about it, she declared. She was not going to be kept away from her darling in this way. And now Charlotte must come and see her library which had just been completed. Connaught House delighted her. It was far far better than stuffy old Kensington Palace.

Charlotte admired the library which was ornate in the extreme with its six large bookcases designed by the Princess of Wales herself. Caroline called Charlotte’s attention to the pedestals at the end of the bookcases on each of which was a statue holding a lamp. There were many statues in the room and such a quantity of pictures that there was hardly a space on the wall which was not occupied.

‘There!’ cried Caroline. ‘What do you think of it, my cherub?’

‘It is very splendid, Mamma.’

‘I was determined it should be. Why should I not surround myself with splendour … and people … and amusing, clever people, eh? Because he despises me that does not mean the rest of the world does. Oh, no!’

‘Of course not, Mamma.’

‘Not my little Charlotte, eh? She loves her old mother, and I do believe that if it were possible she would come and live with me tomorrow. Is that not so?’

‘If it were possible,’ said Charlotte hesitantly.

‘One of these days it may be. They can’t treat you like a child for ever, can they?’

‘When I am married …’

‘Married. These rumours!’

Charlotte realized that her mother had not been informed of
her betrothal; and indeed it had not been publicly announced, but she thought her mother should have been told.

‘So,’ cried Caroline, ‘they are true!’

‘Well, Mamma, there is an understanding between myself and the Prince of Orange.’

‘Orange! That thin little boy … without a chin and a kingdom too, until a little while ago.’

‘My father is eager for the match.’

‘The old rogue! Why? Why should my precious daughter be thrown away on that stripling! It’s monstrous! And the Regent wants it. You can’t want it, Charlotte. You can’t want him. He’ll be no good to you.’

‘I … don’t find him unpleasant.’

‘You don’t find him unpleasant! Why, bless you, that’s no way to talk about your future husband. Do you find him pleasant? Of course you don’t. I know what he wants, the old devil. He wants you out of the way. He’s jealous of you, Charlotte. He knows the people are fond of you and he knows they hate him. So he wants you out of the way … so that they’ll forget you.’

‘I don’t want to go to Holland.’

‘You must not go to Holland. You must stand out against it, my pet. And to think they did not tell me of the betrothal of my own daughter!’

‘I shall refuse to leave England.’

‘That’s right. You refuse. And refuse him too. You’re throwing yourself away, Charlotte … and why should you? You should choose your own husband … someone like little Hesse, eh?’ Caroline nudged her daughter slyly. ‘Oh, there was one you felt very fondly for, eh? And I’m not surprised, a little charmer, he was.’

Charlotte thought of the letters which he had not returned and drew away from her mother, remembering that it was she who had fostered that friendship.

‘And Fitzclarence too; and I hear that Sussex’s bastard has been casting eyes at you.’

Charlotte laughed. ‘Oh, d’Este,’ she said. ‘He has written me a most passionate letter.’

‘The young rip. What hope has he, eh?’

‘None at all, but he writes very charmingly.’

‘I’ll warrant he does and fancies himself as your cousin …
although from the wrong side of the blanket … . for although that woman insists she’s married to Sussex she’s not, you know, and they’d never let you have young d’Este though he may insist he’s your cousin.’

‘I am affianced to Orange in any case.’

‘And you’re not happy about it. I can see that. Tell your Mamma.’

Charlotte explained her feelings and Caroline sat nodding sympathetically. It was easy to talk to her mother, she found.

‘Why, my love,’ said the Princess of Wales, ‘if I had any say in this, which as a mother I should have, I’d never let them marry you to a man you didn’t fancy. I know the miseries of an unhappy marriage; and I should have thought he would know, too. I cannot understand his forcing you into this … for forcing you it is.’

‘I don’t think he believes he actually forced me. I did see Orange and said that I found I liked him … just a little.’ Again that need to protect one parent in the presence of the other. But her mother was certainly soothing.

‘My dearest,’ she said, ‘you shall neyer be forced to do what is distasteful to you. You must always come to me and we will find a way out.’

‘I have some good friends. Miss Knight and Miss Elphinstone are very calm and practical and they think always of my good. They say that I should wait and see what happens. My betrothal has not even been made public yet.’

‘Dear good people!’ cried Caroline. ‘I’m glad they are with you. But never forget – you always have your mother.’

‘I don’t forget. Mamma. I know you are always there and would always help me … if you could.’

‘With all my heart, my precious. And to think they are trying to force you into a marriage you do not fancy. It must not be. Look at your Mamma. I was married … not exactly against my will. I was told I was to have the best match in Europe. Oh, my dear, what tales I heard! And the picture they sent me of him! Framed in diamonds and must have been painted twenty years before. What a rude awakening! They didn’t tell me how
fat
he was; and his manners. He took one look at me and asked for brandy to sustain him. That was your First Gentleman of Europe. I’ve had the fortune-teller. She should read your hand, Charlotte. Do you know that she told
me that I’d be rid of him, that I’d travel. I always wanted to, Charlotte. It was one of my dreams. To travel and have lots of babies … babies of my own to look after and love. “Yes, Madam,” she said, “you’ll travel the world and you’ll have a husband … a new husband who dotes on you.” So there.’

Charlotte looked uneasy. ‘Papa would have to die first.’

Caroline put her head on one side. ‘Not necessarily, my pet. You know he’s been longing to divorce me for years. Perhaps he’ll succeed. He won’t if I can help it … but he might. He’s got the powers-that-be with him … but then so have I. Ha, that would be amusing, would it not? A new husband who adored me! Perhaps we’d have a child. Why not? There’s time. But I’d never have anyone I cared for as I do for my dearest Charlotte.’

Charlotte was uneasy and Caroline, for once, seemed to sense this and started to talk of that day eighteen years ago when they had come to her bedside and said to her: ‘You have a baby girl.’ ‘And they put you in my arms, my dearest, and I knew what it meant to be really happy. Nothing else in the world mattered. He was preparing to throw me aside … but I didn’t care. I had my baby … my own Charlotte … and there wasn’t a happier woman in London.’

Then she talked of Charlotte’s endearing ways; she had many stories most of which Charlotte had heard before, but she enjoyed hearing them again; and when it was time for her to leave she clung to her mother tenderly. Caroline supplied, oddly enough, a certain security. She was the most unstable of women, but her attitude towards her daughter had always been predictable. Charlotte believed that her mother would always willingly do her utmost to help her. It was a very pleasant feeling. Caroline seemed to sense her thoughts, for she said: ‘Never forget, dearest Charlotte, that when you need help, there is always your mother.’

‘I shall remember,’ replied Charlotte soberly.

And she felt contented as her carriage took her along the icy roads to Warwick House.

This was victory year and from all over the Continent visitors came to England to pay their respects to the Prince Regent because of the significant role England had played in the
downfall of Napoleon. Wellington was the military hero and the Regent associated himself with the great general to such an extent that it seemed sometimes as though he actually believed he had been on the battlefield directing Wellington himself.

There should, he decided, be lavish entertainment for the foreigners. Carlton House and the Pavilion should be the setting for many a fête and banquet. The bells would ring out; the cannons should be fired; and this reminder of the country’s glory might even win back a little of that popularity which had been so lavishly bestowed on him in earlier days.

Charlotte must play a part in these entertainments, he decided. Orange had returned to Holland and no date had been fixed for the wedding which, said Cornelia, and Mercer agreed with her in this, was all to the good and showed that the Princess was wise not to worry at this stage about leaving England.

With the coming of April Napoleon signed his abdication of the French throne and he was given sovereignty of the island of Elba with a pension of 2,000,000 francs. Louis XVIII left his country retreat and came to London accompanied by the lifeguards en route for France – where he was received by the Regent. There was a touching meeting between them during which the King bestowed the order of St Esprit on the Regent. It was an occasion such as the Regent loved; magnificent and beneficent, tears in his eyes, flowery phrases on his lips, constant expression of friendship – all these he lavished on Louis who, plump and unctuous, swore undying friendship to his cousin of England who had made his exile so pleasant and who now rejoiced even as he did at the return of the monarchy to France.