Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill: (Georgian Series) (47 page)

It all came back to Maria, he told himself. Memories of the mob which had surrounded his carriage; echoes of accounts told by his brother of the journey through France; he should have been a model prince married to a princess; they should have children. Children! That was what he missed. His friendship with Fred was impaired. Who would have thought that possible?

And all because of Maria.

Sometimes a thought came into his head which he tried not to examine too closely.

It was: Is she worth it?

The Prince consoled himself by going down to Brighton. He would arrive in the early spring and stay until late autumn. He came to London only when it was absolutely necessary and a large portion of Carlton House was closed for the greater part of the year. Maria was constantly with him, living in the house close to the Pavilion. He made extensive alterations to the place and it was beginning to look like an oriental palace and very different from old Kemp’s Farm which Weltje had discovered some years ago. The people of Brighton, in contrast to those of London, continued to treat him as though he were their king – and Mrs Fitzherbert their queen.

Racing provided one of his most enjoyable pastimes until a scandal at Newmarket interrupted his pleasure in the sport. Two days before a big race his horse, Escape, was beaten by two outsiders, with the result that on the day of the race the odds were against it. There was great consternation in racing circles when Escape effortlessly came in first, and unpleasant comment followed when it was learned that the Prince and his jockey, Sam Chifney, had each made a fortune on the race. The murmurings were, in fact, against Chifney rather than the Prince, but when an investigation was made, nothing could be proved against the jockey. The rumours, however, persisted and the Prince, so humiliated and disgusted, sold his stud and gave up racing, although he kept a stable of hunters which he used regularly.

The scandal was repeated throughout the country to the delight of the Queen, who could never hear a word against her eldest son without showing her pleasure. As for Maria she was not sorry that he had lost interest in racing which was responsible for a large part of his financial embarrassment.

They were both disturbed by the news from the Continent which was growing worse; and when it was known that the King of France had been executed a feeling of horror swept through the whole country. Refugees began arriving at Brighton in their hundreds and the Prince and Maria agreed that every hospitality must be afforded them.

When news reached the Prince that a party of nuns had arrived at Shoreham in a pitiable condition, having been several days crossing the Channel in fishing boats, he and Maria between them arranged that they should be brought to Brighton
and housed at the Ship Inn until he could make some arrangements for them.

Together he and Maria collected money for them; and when they arrived at the Ship Inn and their sad condition had been alleviated he went to see them.

They did not know how to express their gratitude and the tears fell copiously on both sides, but the Prince was genuinely sorry and it was he who arranged for the nuns to find a home in a Somerset convent.

All during that summer the refugees continued to arrive and no one was more zealous in offering them assistance than the Prince of Wales – with Maria at his side. This task of helping the refugees brought them closer together.

When the beautiful twenty-one-year-old Duchesse de Noailles was found on the beach, exhausted and shocked from the crossing, Maria took her into her home and looked after her. This the Prince applauded, but when Maria found that his interest in the beautiful Duchesse was becoming too intent, she tactfully arranged other accommodation for the lady in London.

The Prince often brooded on the fate of these refugees and discussed the conditions which had brought about the Revolution with men like the Dean of Rouen and the Archbishop d’Avranches to whom he was able to offer hospitality in their dire need.

Could it happen here? he asked himself; and the smiles and cheers of the people of Brighton were more welcome than they had ever been. But rulers must constantly please the people whom they rule for it was the people who decided how long they should continue to be rulers. It was a lesson one must never forget. And what had he done? He had displeased the people because he had gone through a ceremony of marriage with a Catholic. If it were known …

Oh Maria, Maria, what have I done for you?

He was becoming irritable with her, and as she was aware of his increasing infidelities she was tense and nervous and sometimes unable to control her temper.

A young lady named Miss Paget was the cause of a really violent quarrel between them. She was a young woman of good family whom Maria had wished to launch into society. There
was nothing extraordinary in this. Maria had launched many daughters of her friends. She enjoying pleasing them; and she was fond of young women.

Maria had discovered the letter on the floor of her dressing room. She had read it before she realized that it was addressed to the Prince and certainly not meant for her to see.

‘Miss Paget regrets it is not in her power to comply with the wishes of His Royal Highness to their fullest extent, but in a matter of so much delicacy there is not anything Miss Paget would not do to accomplish this purpose which he has in view and thereby contribute to his personal happiness. As secrecy in a matter of this kind is of the greatest moment, if His Royal Highness will confer on Miss Paget the honour of meeting her at the faro table of the Duchess of Cumberland on Tuesday, the business may be arranged to the entire satisfaction of His Royal Highness.’

Maria read the letter and a rare anger took possession of her. There could be no mistaking the meaning of the note. He had been unfaithful before, but he was carrying on this affair under her own roof and with a girl who was her protégée.

She would hide her suspicions, however, and the following day accompanied the deceitful Miss Paget – who was playing the innocent girl with such perfection that Maria thought she must have imagined the whole affair – to Cumberland House, where they were received with pleasure by the Duke and Duchess. In due course the Prince arrived. Maria watched him closely; he did not speak to Miss Paget but she fancied their glances met and that the arrangement was made.

The Prince roamed through the company bestowing his smiles liberally, chatting with Maria as affectionately as ever until the Duchess asked the company if they would care to pass to the card tables, as play was about to begin. And suddenly there was the Prince beside Miss Paget and as they passed into the card room, the pair disappeared. It was impossible for such an illustrious guest to disappear without notice and speculative glances were exchanged.

So Maria Fitzherbert’s young guest was the new young lady, was she? Poor Maria! What she had to put up with from their naughty Prince!

Maria nursed her resentment during the game and as early as
possible said goodbye to her hostess and, not waiting for Miss Paget, she went back to her house in Pall Mall.

After a sleepless night Maria arose determined on action. She took a dish of chocolate in her room, being unable to eat anything, and then going down to her drawing room sent one of the servant’s to Miss Paget’s room to tell her that she wished to see her as soon as possible.

The young lady appeared looking innocent and undisturbed although she must have been surprised that Maria had gone home without her on the previous night. Who had brought her back? wondered Maria. She could guess it was the Prince.

‘Good morning,’ said Maria coolly.

‘Good morning,’ cooed Miss Paget.

‘I have sent for you,’ went on Maria, ‘to tell you that you are no longer my guest and it will be agreeable to me if you select another place of residence.’

‘But …’

Maria turned away. ‘I will tell one of the servants to pack your bags without delay.’

‘But where …? What …?’

‘I do not think you need further explanation,’ said Maria. ‘And I have no wish to discuss the matter.’

Miss Paget burst into tears; but long association with the Prince had led Maria to distrust this form of emotion.

She walked out of the room and in half an hour Miss Paget’s bags were packed and Mrs Fitzherbert’s carriage was waiting to take her back to her family.

Miss Paget went instead to Carlton House where amid floods of tears she told the Prince what had happened.

He was alarmed. Miss Paget was a pretty creature but not worth a quarrel with Maria. She must go back to her family and he would see that she had a handsome husband who should make up to her for all she had endured.

Somewhat mollified Miss Paget left and the Prince went at once to Maria.

He went straight into the attack. ‘How could you be so ungracious to a guest … and a guest who is almost as much my guest as yours. To turn the girl away …’

‘Don’t waste your sympathy on her. As you will have
discovered she is not so innocent as she appears.’

‘She was a guest.’

‘A very special guest of Your Highness’s.’

‘No, Maria, this is foolish jealousy on your part.’

She told him of the letter she had seen. She had read it and she remembered every word. There was no doubt in her mind what it meant … and then his conduct with the brazen creature …

‘My dear Maria, it was unpardonable of you to read a guest’s letters.’

‘I found it, so naturally I read it.’

‘Most unnaturally! It was most dishonourable and the height of bad manners.’

‘And what of your manners in seducing a young girl in my care?’

‘Seducing the girl? What nonsense!’

His lies were as facile as his tears.

She told him so. ‘Do you think I cannot see through you? Do you think I’m a fool?’

‘My dear love …’

She threw him off. ‘Perhaps these women believe your protestations. I have learned to distrust them.’

Maria was magnificent in her fury … like a queen of tragedy. A damned attractive woman, Maria; and no other light affair could ever compare with his marriage to her. In his heart he regarded it as a marriage and always would, he told himself. But he must placate her. Now what was this letter. He could explain everything.

And he did in most glib manner.

‘It’s those debts, Maria, those damned debts. The bane of my life. They are bothering me again. Why cannot these people exercise a little patience? They’ll get their money in time. I did something rather foolish, Maria. This Miss Paget of yours …’

‘Of mine?’

‘Your guest, my dear love, and she is nothing to me … absolutely nothing.’

‘You will have to convince me of that.’

‘I can … with ease … the utmost ease. I was telling you of these debts. Her family is very rich, as you know, and I am
getting desperate. I can’t go to my father again …’

‘Oh, these debts,’ cried Maria in exasperation. ‘Why cannot we live within our means?’

‘I should like that, Maria … the two of us in a country house somewhere like the Pavilion.’

The Pavilion! She laughed. That costly country house on which he was spending a fortune!

‘Just the two of us, Maria. Well, I was foolish enough to ask Miss Paget for a loan of £10,000. Now you wondered why we disappeared together at Cumberland’s. She had brought me some of the money … as she said in the letter. But not all. She brought seven thousand pounds, which is very useful as you can realize, Maria.’

‘Very,’ she said, ‘if she ever gave it to you.’

‘I am telling you what happened.’

‘And I am telling you that I don’t believe a word of it.’

‘Now, Maria, are you telling me that I am a liar?’

She pushed him from her and walked to the door. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I am. I have long known that you were skilled in that art.’

‘This is no way to talk to your husband.’

‘My husband,’ she said. ‘Will you go to your family and call yourself that? I must endure sly looks. I must be insulted by your brother’s wife. And you allow it to happen. Please go now before I lose my temper.’

‘Before you have lost it? That is a joke.’

In a sudden irresistible irritation she took off her shoe and threw it at him. It caught the diamond star on his jacket.

He stood staring at it as it lay on the floor.

Then he strode out of the room and went back to Carlton House.

Lady Jersey

SHORTLY AFTER THE
Paget affair the Prince made the acquaintance of an extremely fascinating woman. This was the wife of the Earl of Jersey who had become his Lord of the Bedchamber and Master of Horse.

Frances, Countess of Jersey, had attracted him largely because she was as different from Maria as a woman could be. She was small and dainty; a woman of the world; a leader of fashion, a beauty possessed of a pungent wit, an undoubted aristocrat. She was considerably older than the Prince – nine years in fact – and was the mother of two sons and seven daughters, some of whom were already married and had made her a grandmother.

But no sooner had the Prince set eyes on her than he was enchanted, and Lady Jersey was scarcely the sort of woman to indulge in a light love affair.

She was the daughter of an Irish Bishop and from her earliest youth had been expected to make a good match not only on account of her outstanding beauty but because of her intellect. She had been known as the beautiful Miss Frances Twysden and no one had been surprised when she had become the Countess of Jersey.

She was soon moving in the highest circles and through her friend Lady Harcourt – an intimate of the Queen – she had very soon gained the confidence of Charlotte herself.

Lady Jersey was ambitious. She was looking for adventure and more than that – power; and she knew that her husband would be complaisant. Her children were all growing up and she needed the diversions she visualized through an association with the Prince of Wales. But she was not the woman to take second place, which was what every one of the Prince’s mistresses had been obliged to do. He had always gone back to Maria Fitzherbert, the erring husband asking forgiveness.