Lady Suffolk was so eager to escape that she decided to approach the Queen and beg her to allow her to leave.
The Queen had shut herself in her apartments and mourned for three days after the departure of the Princess Anne for Holland.
It was true that Caroline was anxious for her daughter, but Henrietta guessed that she was in fact taking advantage of her grief to enjoy the comforts of her bedchamber. All those who had served the Queen intimately knew that her health was not all that she pretended it to be; and that she was continually putting up a brave front because the King disliked illness of any sort.
Henrietta herself had grown quite deaf and this was a further reason why she wished to go. The King was irritated when she did not hear or gave the wrong answers.
‘Stupid fool! ‘ he would mutter.
Well, thought Henrietta, the Queen must endure him, but I need not.
When she presented herself at the Queen’s bedchamber next morning she asked leave to speak to her.
Caroline looked at her sharply and no doubt guessing what was in her mind, for it was something the Queen continually feared, said that she would speak to her after breakfast if there was time; if not after her walk with the King.
‘I trust you are well, Lady Suffolk?’ she said anxiously. ‘I am well, Your Majesty. And Your Majesty . . .?’
The Queen looked fierce. ‘I am very well thank you, Lady Suffolk.’
The Queen was dressed and went into breakfast where she was joined by the Princesses Amelia and Caroline.
She ordered chocolate and fruit and cream and prepared to enjoy them, while the Princesses talked of their sister. How was she liking Holland? How was she faring with her husband?
‘Did you know, Mamma,’ said Amelia, ‘that she calls him Pepin.’
‘It is a pet name I suppose,’ put in Caroline.
‘If one put a chain about his neck people would think he was a monkey and monkeys are often kept as pets.’
‘Emily, my dear, your tongue is too sharp,’ said the Queen. ‘I think it charming that she should call him Pepin. It shows a pleasant intimacy.’
Amelia shuddered and her mother looked at her reproachfully.
‘Nothing would have made me marry him,’ said Amelia.
‘I should have been horrified if I had to,’ admitted Caroline, ‘but if he was the only one available I suppose, like Anne, I should have taken him.’
‘That is enough of this talk,’ said the Queen. ‘Oh, here is William. William, my dear, you look pale this morning.’
‘I had to be bled twice, Mamma.’
‘Oh, my God, why?’
‘I fell from my horse. It was nothing much but they bled me ... and then they bled me again.’
‘My dear boy, shouldn’t you be resting after the bleeding?’
‘Yes, Mamma, but Papa would ask for me and you know how he hates any of us to be ill.’
The Queen was dismayed. But it was true of course. If William had not appeared the King would have asked where he was and then gone to see him; he would have been displeased and pointed out that illness was all part of the imagination and he did not expect a son of his to give in just because he had fallen from his horse.
‘William, when Papa and I have gone for our walk you must go back to bed. Stay there until this evening when you will come to my apartments for my soirée. But I will leave early and you must do the same.’
Henrietta was hovering, hoping for a chance to speak to the Queen before the King arrived, but Caroline was determined to prevent this.
She kept up the conversation with her family and precisely at his usual time the King appeared ready for walking.
He was in rather an ill humour for Caroline was still drinking her chocolate. He pointed out that this was not the first time he had found her still at breakfast when he arrived; and she was drinking far too much chocolate and he was not surprised that she was getting so fat that she couldn’t keep up with him and came panting behind him like a wheezy old sow.
Caroline left her chocolate and declared that she was ready. She was glad that he did not notice William’s pallor and that neither Amelia nor Caroline were doing anything to irritate him. But he did notice that one of the chairs had been moved and he began to talk about the incompetence of servants and how they could never leave well alone and that it was useless for him to expect law and order in his palaces unless he saw that it was enforced himself.
One of the guards had had dirty buttons on his tunic this morning.
‘I reprimanded him,’ he said. ‘Most severely.’
‘Poor guard! He will doubtless go and jump in the river,’ said Amelia, who could never control her tongue.
‘I do not think he will regard his offence as seriously as that,’ said the King. ‘I blame his superior officer. It is his duty to see that no man comes on parade in such a condition.’
The King caught sight of Henrietta and frowned. What was she doing waiting on the Queen at this hour! It was not her usual practice.
‘Why is Lady Suffolk here?’ he demanded of the Queen. ‘She is waiting for a word with me.’
‘She’s become an old fool,’ said the King, slightly lowering his voice, but in such a way that it was still audible throughout the apartment.
‘I see Your Majesty is ready for our walk.’
‘Ready.’ He looked at his watch. ‘I have been ready five minutes ago. In two minutes time we should be in the gardens.’
The Queen followed him to the door.
‘I wonder you won’t let me get rid of that deaf old woman,’ he said.
Ever since Anne’s marriage Frederick had been growing more and more incensed; and there were plenty to help add to his resentment.
Bolingbroke was urging him to rebel and George Bubb Dodington was helping the Prince with his many debts. But Frederick was growing a little weary of Dodington, and Lord Chesterfield was now seeking his favours. This was a cause for some alarm for Chesterfield was more to be feared than Bubb Dodington.
Chesterfield was a witty writer and an extremely ambitious man. He was at the time quarrelling with Walpole and had been dismissed from his office of Lord Steward. The Queen disliked him because he had been a friend of Henrietta Howard’s and had behaved as though the way to the King’s favour lay through her instead of through the Queen; an attitude which Caroline always found hard to forgive
Now he had irritated the King by marrying Petronilla Melusina von Schulemburg, the daughter of the Duchess of Kendal and George I. The late King had created her Countess of Walsingham in her own right and as her mother had amassed a large fortune she was very rich although forty years old. Chesterfield had married her purely for her money and the couple made no attempt to set up house together but lived next door to each other, Petronilla with her mother and Chesterfield with his mistress, Lady Fanny Shirley.
Being out of favour with the King as well as with the Queen, Chesterfield turned his attention to the Prince of Wales.
All Frederick wanted, he insisted, was his rights. He wanted an income commensurate with his position; and he wanted a bride. He was no longer a youth. How dared his parents keep him in this ridiculous position!
The Queen raged against her son to her daughters. He was so easily led. He was a fool; he was a liar; she wished that he had never been born.
Amelia listened to this and thought: The quarrel grows fiercer. But one day Frederick is going to be King of England and I and Caroline will be dependent on his bounty; a pleasant state of affairs that will be, for how will he feel about his sisters who have to be supported although they had never been very good friends of his?