There was some music and he became proud of Perdita as she sat at the harpsichord in her becoming pink draperies; and a pretty voice she had too. Not as good as Sheridan’s wife. Poor creature! There was another. No gaiety, no spirit. Poor Sherry. But he managed to enjoy life in spite of her. She never appeared at these parties. He would never have thought of her being at them – except at moments like this when she might have sung for them. But he liked a gay song – the sort Sherry put in his plays. Elizabeth Sheridan was all for serious music. The King admired her. That spoke for itself.
The Prince must sing, the company declared.
Nothing loth he obliged. He sang by himself and he sang with Perdita. In perfect harmony, he thought, as we shall be all our lives, forgetting that he had only such a short time ago deplored her melancholy and compared her unfavourably with other women.
And afterwards a game of faro, with Perdita’s lips slightly pursed, not approving. The stakes were very high. Mr Fox always played for high stakes and the Prince had lost a thousand guineas in a very short time.
A thousand guineas. What was that added to all he owed? And a Prince of Wales should not concern himself with money. It was so easy to scribble an IOU. Mr Fox did it constantly and with the same abandon as the Prince.
And after that … talk, political talk, because after all this, with Cumberland House and Devonshire House, was the centre of Whiggery, and any hostess who could get Mr Fox to talk was sure of a successful party.
So Mr Fox talked and of course he talked of America which was the great controversy of the moment. The King, he said, would accept no man who disagreed with him. This was no way to govern. Were the King the most brilliant administrator in the world – which Mr Fox very respectfully wished to point out that he was not – still this would be wrong. It was through discussion and debate that conclusions should be reached.
‘We are going to lose America,’ declared Mr Fox, ‘and I say this: Serve us right. There should never have been this conflict with our brothers. Fools … fools … fools … have governed us, have decided on our policies and they are destroying the greatness of this land. This government must go before it is too late. There is a country to be saved.’
The Prince listened entranced. He knew that they were looking to him to be the saviour. When he was in control he would summon men like Fox, Burke and Sheridan to form his government and he would not presume to think that because he had inherited a crown he was some supreme being. And to think that the King was that bumbling old gentleman the farmer, the button maker, the home lover, the man who was only capable of begetting children and making their childhoods unbearable with his discipline which was absurd and old fashioned … and should never have been in fashion in any case.
But never mind. The day would come. In three years time he would take his place in the House of Lords – and during that time he would learn his politics and Mr Fox would be his most excellent tutor.
Across the room he caught sight of Perdita and Maiden. What a handsome fellow Maiden was and that coat of his was of the latest cut and fashion. He admired the new style of button. He had not seen them before. In a second he had crossed to them, but so absorbed were they in their conversation that they had not heard him approach.
Perdita was saying: ‘I shall never be able to show you how grateful I am to you …’
The feeling in her voice was astonishing.
Why? He wondered what Maiden had done that she should be so grateful; and Maiden was looking at her with such a look of devotion that the Prince felt a wave of indignation.
They were aware of him. Perdita’s face was transformed by the most loving smile.
‘I trust Your Highness is enjoying the company tonight.’ He was immediately delighted with her. She was so pretty; and what love for him shone in her eyes. She was merely being gracious to Maiden. Hadn’t he been an excellent emissary during their courtship?
He replied that it was an excellent gathering and that there must be more like them. He had particularly enjoyed her singing and would like to hear her again.
And she sang once more and they sang together, in harmony.
Mrs Armistead called at St James’s Street to tell Mr Fox that Mr Robinson had called and was making a nuisance of himself.
‘I brought Lord Maiden to come and take him away. The drunken fellow had no notion that it was a plot to get rid of him. He went with the utmost alacrity to drink with a noble lord.’
‘Excellent, my dear Lizzie. You’ll make a fine politician.’
She was pleased to please him. His approval was the only reward she asked. She would have liked to serve him – to see that his linen was washed and a clean shirt laid out for him each day; she would have liked to have sponged the grease spots from his coat.
‘And how it is between our lovers? I thought Mrs Robinson looked less blooming than usual.’
‘I think we are moving into the last phase.’
‘Is that so?’
‘You are displeased?’
‘No, no. I had thought in the beginning that she might have carried some influence, but I see she carries none.’
‘So it is of no interest to you whether the affair continues or not?’
He shook his head and was thoughtful. Perdita was a most desirable woman, but doubtless he himself would be interested in her for no more than a very short time – but for that short time he would be definitely intrigued. He was rather amused by the manner in which she acted her way through life and would have liked to discover a little of the real woman beneath; but it would probably not be worth the trouble. No, it was not very important that the affair should continue, except of course that if the Prince gave Perdita her congé, there would be another – and perhaps someone who might influence him.
He answered: ‘Perhaps on the whole it is better that it should continue a little longer.’
Mrs Armistead nodded. She would do her best to keep it going. Mr Fox would understand that but for her prompt action this afternoon there could have been disaster.
He did understand. He could trust her. It was interesting how they could work together.
She told him about the house in Chertsey. He knew, of course, how she had earned the money which had bought it. He advised her about her affairs which he was well able to do in spite of the fact that his own were in disorder.
‘Why, Lizzie, you are a woman of property.’ And he did not speak slightingly but with admiration.
He talked of the American situation with her for it was very much in his thoughts. He believed that if the Colonies were lost it could bring down the Government.