The Archduke Charles—the son of the Emperor—was now seeking to marry the Queen. Robert called his sister Mary to him. Mary Sidney had, through her brother’s influence, a high post in the Queen’s bedchamber. Elizabeth was fond of Mary. Was she not the sister of Robert, and was it not pleasant to talk to one who loved him in such a sisterly way? Mary Sidney very quickly had the confidence of the Queen.
“Mary,” he said, “there is much gossip concerning the Queen’s marriage.”
“Robert … is there any news of you … and the Queen?”
“What news could there be while Amy lives?”
Mary’s eyes expressed her anxiety. “But, Robert, Amy will continue to live. She is so young.”
“Yes, yes,” he said impatiently, “so it would seem. But … because I have married her and because of the rumors regarding myself and the Queen, many are speaking against me. I would remedy this, and I want you to help me.”
“You have done so much for us all. There is nothing we would not do for you, Robert.”
“My dear Mary, I trust I shall always be your very good brother. Now the Queen is with me in this: Archduke Charles is eager to marry her; and although she is by no means eager to marry him …”
“Being eager to marry only one man,” interrupted Mary with an affectionate smile.
He nodded. “She and I would have it believed that she is contemplating this match, which, as you know, would greatly please the Catholic peers. I want you to seek an opportunity of telling the Spanish ambassador that the Queen has hinted to me that if she could see and approve of the Archduke Charles, she might marry him.”
“Robert, this means …”
“It means one thing. I wish to put an end to these rumors which do none of us any good. I wish the Court and the country to believe that the Queen has discussed her marriage plans with me, and that she and I, knowing a marriage between us is impossible, have agreed that it would be wise of her to take the Archduke.”
“I will do this, Robert; and, of course, I understand your meaning.”
After Mary’s words to the Spanish ambassador there was great excitement among the Catholic peers; Norfolk, in particular, was delighted. Who, they asked each other, could know the Queen’s mind better than the Dudleys? The Queen was too wise a woman, and Robert Dudley too wise a man, to believe for a moment that they could marry each other. Robert would have to divorce his wife to do so, and the people would not be pleased at such procedure.
Amy meanwhile had heard the rumors regarding her husband and the Queen. It was impossible for them to be kept from her, for Robert had become the most talked-of man in the country.
At first she had been proud of him; she had heard of his exploits at Court; how at Greenwich he had held the lists against all comers; how the Queen favored him and had presented him with lands and honors.
Then she began to understand the cause of the Queen’s favor.
“So,” she said to Pinto, “it is because she is in love with him! Oh, Pinto, it is a frightening thought: The Queen is in love with my husband!”
Pinto said grimly: “You and she are not the only two ready to make fools of themselves for his lordship’s sake.”
“You should not hate him so, Pinto. You should try to understand him.”
“Have I any reason to love him when he makes you so unhappy?”
“You seem a little strange when I speak of him. Do you think he will try to divorce me?”
“It would not surprise me.”
“I will never let him go. How can I? How could I want to live if I were no longer Robert’s wife?”
“It would be a happier state for you if you were not his wife, Mistress.”
“But I would rather have his brief visits than no visits at all.”
“Little mistress, you are a fool.”
“No, Pinto. I am in love with him. That is all. But perhaps love makes fools of us and you are right when you say that I am one. I only know that I must continue to be one, because I love him now that he no longer cares for me, just as I did in the first days of our marriage.”
“Then you show little sense.”
“Does anyone in love show sense?”
“Perhaps they do not.”
“I wish he would come here that I might ask him what these rumors really mean. I would ask him whether, if I were no longer here, he would marry the Queen.”
Pinto was angry. She hated to talk of Robert, Amy knew. Yet to whom else could she speak of him as she wished to speak?
“We are very rich now, Pinto,” said Amy. “I should have a grand house. I shall ask Robert why I do not. During the season we could entertain the nobility. Is that not what is due to the wife of a man in Robert’s position?”
“No man was ever before in his position,” said Pinto.
“I will not stay here in my father’s house,” said Amy. “I shall travel a little. Why should I not? Let us leave the day after tomorrow for Denchworth. The Hydes will be glad to have me.”
“Everybody would be glad to have Lord Robert’s wife,” said Pinto.
“They would indeed. You see, Pinto, why I could never give him up. I would never consent to a divorce. Would you, Pinto? Would you?”
“How can I say? How could I know?”
“Ah! You would wish for a divorce. You would be only too glad. But then, you do not love him. You do not know how different he is from all others.”
“Let us go to the Hydes, Mistress. The change will be good for you.”
Pinto sat stitching her mistress’s new gown in preparation for the visit to Denchworth.
She was thinking of the messenger who had come to the house three days ago. He had brought money and gifts from Robert for Amy. Pinto was a little afraid of Robert’s gifts. She had grown alert.
This messenger was unlike the previous messengers. He was gentle in manner, softly smiling, eager to ingratiate himself with the household, and in particular with Amy’s personal maid. He must have recently joined Robert’s service for Pinto had never seen him before.
She chanced then to look out of the window and she saw this very messenger sauntering in the gardens. On impulse she put aside her work and went downstairs. She did not go to him; she let him see her and come to her, as she guessed he would, for she believed from his manner that he had hopes of learning something from her.
They walked together in the rose garden.
“I should imagine that you have a good position here with Lady Dudley, Mistress Pinto,” he said.
“Very good indeed.”
“It is clear that her ladyship is fond of you.”
“I have been long with her.”
“I doubt not that you know all her secrets. She is a beautiful young lady. Many must admire her.”
Was he trying to make her disclose some story of indiscretion? wondered Pinto. Was he hoping to discover something which would enable Lord Robert to put her from him?
She said: “I know not who admires my lady. I know only that she has no admiration for any man but her lord.”
“That is clear, Mistress Pinto. What sort of health has my lady? She looks blooming, but one can never tell.”
“Health! Lady Dudley’s health is of the best.”
“Come, come, you may trust me. I have heard that she suffers from some growth which is gradually sapping her strength.”
“It is not true!” cried Pinto.
“Are you sure it is not true … ?”
“I swear it. I am in her confidence. She could not keep such a thing from me.”