Mr. Pitt watched his opponent without betraying his feelings; he was, as usual, the calmest member of the House. Fox went on stressing his point, his eyes flashing with contempt and indignation.
"His Royal Highness has authorized me to declare that as a peer of Parliament, he is ready in the other House to submit to any, the most pointed questions, which can be put to him, or to afford His Majesty or His Majesty's ministers the fullest assurance of the utter falsehood of the fact in question, which never has, and which common sense must see never could have, happened."
When Fox sat down Pitt had little to say. He had achieved his purpose; the matter of the Prince's marriage had been brought up and denied by Fox, on, so said Fox, the Prince's authority. Rolle however, had something to say. He replied that he knew and they knew that there were certain laws of Parliament which forbade a marriage such as that which they had been discussing, but it was absurd to say that it could not have taken place. Therefore it was desirable that the matter should be elucidated.
Fox was immediately on his feet. "I do not deny the calumny in question merely with regard to the effect of existing laws, but I deny it in toto, in point of fact as well as in law. The fact not only never could have happened legally, but never did happen in any way whatsoever, and has from the beginning been a base and malicious falsehood."
Rolle retorted: "Has the Right Honourable gentleman spoken from direct authority?"
"I have spoken from direct authority," replied Fox.
It was enough.
Fox, friend and confidant of the Prince of Wales, had "on direct authority' denied the Prince's marriage to Mrs. Fitzherbert.
Fox left the House of Commons with the feeling of a man who has done what had to be done in the best possible manner.
Passing Brook's Club he decided to look in for a gamble before going to Chertsey to tell Lizzie about the day's proceedings.
No sooner had he entered the club than Orlando Bridgeman came up to him. Bridgeman's face was rather flushed and the young man looked extremely mortified.
"Charles," he said. "I've just heard your speech in the House."
"I daresay. Every member must have been present. I've rarely seen the place so crowded."
"But you were wrong"
"Wrong? What do you mean?"
"They were married."
"Nonsense."
"Oh yes, they were. I was at the wedding."
Fox looked sceptical.
"I assure you I was. It was on the 15th December. I went to Park Street with the Prince and waited outside to make sure that no one came into the house while it was taking place."
"Ah, but you weren't an actual witness."
"I tell you, Charles, it did happen. I swear it."
"You had better do no such thing. Your best plan is to forget all that happened on that night."
"But what of Maria ... Mrs. Fitzherbert?"
"If it took place ... she might as well forget it too."
"You couldn't have had the Prince's authority ..."
"I have the Prince's authority," said Fox. "Look here, my dear young man. This is a delicate matter ... a dangerous matter. You heard our friend Rolle. This could put the throne in danger ... or could have. I have dealt with it in the only way it is possible to deal with it."
"But what of that lady?"
"The Prince's mistress? Well, that's considered a very fortunate position for a young lady."
"Not Maria!"
Fox shrugged his shoulders. Then he was stern suddenly. "I should advise you not to tell anyone else what you have told me. Weren't you sworn to secrecy?"
"Why, yes."
"Well then, keep your own vows and don't worry about anyone else's."
Fox did not go on into Brook's but decided to go straight to Chertsey. So the deceitful young romantic had gone through a ceremony after all; and he had not told Fox. Well, it was fortunate he had not, because that declaration had had to be made; and it was easier making it when one believed one might be speaking the truth and far more difficult if one knew one were lying. So, a few days after he had written that letter— four days to be precise—he had gone through a ceremony of marriage!
Put not your trust in Princes, thought Fox. But that he should have deceived me so utterly!
Now he will have to face the fury of his lady; and it is no use his asking kind Mr. Fox to help him escape from that.
Fox had left it to Sheridan and Earl Grey to go to Carlton House to give the Prince an account of what had taken place in the House.
He received them eagerly and was by no means put out when he heard how Fox had denied his marriage.
In fact he was relieved. That matter was settled then. And that other? What of his debts?
Sheridan replied that he did not think there would be much difficulty about that. It was almost certain that a sum of money would be granted for their settlement; all that remained was for them to see it was adequate.
When they had left him, the Prince wrote to Fox telling him that he had heard through Sheridan and Grey an account of the proceedings in the House, and that he felt more comfortable because of this. He believed that some terms were likely to be proposed and if Charles would call on him in the next day at two he would find him at home. He signed himself "Ever affectionately yours, George P."
But when he had despatched the letter he thought of Maria who would now know what had happened in the House of Commons because everyone would be talking of it.
It was not so easy, not so comfortable as he had been thinking it. Something would have to be done about Maria.
He must go to see her without delay. He must be the first to tell her what had happened.
When she came to greet him her hands outstretched, he grasped them both and embraced her.
She could not have heard. Thank God, he was here in time.
He laughed suddenly—a little unnaturally. "What do you think Charles Fox has done? He has been to the House and denied that you and I are man and wife. Did you ever hear of such a thing?"
Maria released herself from his embrace and stood very still r looking at him questioningly. He felt the colour flood his face; he knew that he had betrayed himself. Maria believed that Fox had been authorized to do what he had done and she guessed on whose authority.
Still she did not speak. She stood as though she were a lifeless-statue.
"Maria!" he cried. "Maria!"
She had known that Newnham had raised the matter in the House of Commons; she knew the issues which were at stake. She had believed in him, this young gay romantic lover who-had declared so many times that he would resign his crown for her sake; she had talked to him of her beliefs, her religion, that in her which had made her leave the country to escape him. He knew full well her principles; she had thought he understood since he had arranged that ceremony which was a true marriage in the eyes of the Church and therefore in hers and—she had believed—in his.
But he had denied it ... denied it ever had taken place! She, a deeply religious woman, who believed in the sanctity of the marriage tie had agreed to live with him only if she were married to him, and he had wished the marriage to take place; he had wanted a true marriage as she had!