The members were looking askance at Sheridan. This had all been said before. Why repeat it? Sheridan himself hurried on to the purpose of his speech.
"While his Royal Highness's feelings have been doubtless considered on this occasion, I must take the liberty of saying, however much some may think it a subordinate consideration, that there is another person entitled in every honourable and delicate mind to the same attention. I will not otherwise attempt to describe this person except to affirm that ignorance or vulgar malice alone could have persevered in attempting to injure one on whose conduct truth could fix no just reproach and whose character claims, and is entitled to, the truest and most general respect."
Eyebrows were raised; lips were curled in cynical smiles. What was Sheridan suggesting? Mrs. Fitzherbert was the Prince's mistress, yet at the same time she was a paragon of virtue, an example to all women?
Even the jaunty Sheridan could not hide the fact that he was embarrassed as he sat down to silence.
But when he presented himself at Carlton House the Prince embraced him.
"My dear friend," he cried. "I knew I could rely on you. I have had a report of your speech in the house. Maria will be delighted, I know. I but waited to see you and thank you in person before I go to call on her."
Sheridan went home in high spirits. He had made a bit of a fool of himself in the House, but that could not be helped. He stood higher with the Prince than ever before; and that was good because Fox's influence was waning fast.
Meanwhile the Prince was calling on Maria; and he had the discomfiture to be told that Mrs. Fitzherbert was not at home.
Not at home to the Prince of Wales! It was incredible. But she had meant it when she had said that she would not live with him. A few words spoken by Sheridan would not influence her. She thought they were absurd. Did they really think that Sheridan's getting up in the House and referring to her as a pattern of womanhood could affect her when Fox had stated on direct authority that she was living in sin with the Prince?
No, Maria was wounded. She had been betrayed.
The Prince was mistaken if he thought he could treat her so and be forgiven. She had made it clear in the first place that she would not live with him without marriage; and since by his action he had shown that he considered himself not married to her, she could not live with him.
Fox at Chertsey was in a mood of resignation.
"What a mess, Liz! What a mess!"
"You regret having denied the marriage?" asked Lizzie.
"It was the only thing to do. If it had come out that they had actually gone through a ceremony the Commons would be in an uproar. God knows what would have happened. The people always fancied the Stuarts more than the Guelphs, though our Prince is more popular than most of them have been. But they would never have accepted a Catholic marriage. No, it had to be said; and it was my lot to say it."
"Our Little George is something of a coward, is he not?"
"You know him as well as I, Liz."
Lizzie smiled, remembering that time when she had briefly been the Prince's mistress and had accumulated quite a little fortune out of the adventure which was now helping to keep a home together for herself and Charles.
"Perhaps not quite," she said. f He has a kind heart but he hates trouble. He'd help anyone out of a difficulty if he could without too much trouble, but he'd go to a great deal of trouble to protect himself."
"He's no fool. He realizes what's at stake. He knows that what has happened was the only way to get him out of a dangerous situation."
"But he has, by all accounts, lost his Maria."
"A temporary loss. She'll come round."
"She's no ordinary woman."
"A paragon of virtue according to Sherry"
"He did very well in the circumstances."
"Poor Sherry. I'm glad it was his job and not mine. Yes, he did well too ... considering the position. How he kept a straight face I can't imagine."
"He was thinking of his own future, that was why. He has to keep the Prince's favour ... for what is he going to do without Mr. Fox there to support him."
"Eh?"
"Well, Mr. Fox will, I prophesy, no longer be the close associate of His Royal Highness. Maria would think it rather strange, would she not, that one who had so displeased the Prince should continue to enjoy his friendship."
"You're too clever, Liz."
"How can one be too clever? I merely state the obvious. If he wants to keep Maria he has to be displeased with Mr. Fox— and you can bet even higher than your usual stakes that Mrs. Fitzherbert, who never did love Mr. Fox, will now regard that gentleman with loathing. And since His Royal Highness must placate Maria ... well, you don't need me to go on, do you?"
He took her hand and smiled at her.
"No need at all," he said. "That is why I propose leaving the country. A change of scene will be very desirable."
She tried to hide her fears and he held out his hand to her.
"Liz," he said, "how would you like to go to Italy? We could study the art treasures of that country. I'll show you the Sistine chapel. We'll sit in the sun and drink their wine."
She was smiling; intensely happy.
"Oh, my God, Liz," he said. "You didn't think I would go without you ... anywhere?"
The Prince in Despair
The King was pacing up and down the Queen's drawing room. How I wish he would stay still! thought the Queen. This excitement is bad for him.
"Although I am receiving him," the King was saying, "I shall expect deference from him. He'll have to drop that arrogance, eh? He may be a little king in Carlton House but I'm the King here at Windsor."
"He'll remember that," said the Queen. "I'm sure he has learned his lesson."
"What's that, eh, what? His lesson? Do you think he'll ever learn? But we'll show him that if he's going to be received back into the family he has to deserve it, eh, what?"
It was not the right attitude perhaps, thought the Queen. Oh dear, she did hope this was going to be an end to these family quarrels.
"Mr. Pitt seems to think that it is a bad thing that there should be enmity in the family."
The King frowned at her. Charlotte should know by now that he never talked State matters with her. She was not supposed to mention the name of Mr. Pitt. But there was gossip, of course. There was chatter. He was talking to her about the return of the Prince of Wales to the heart of the family simply because it was a domestic matter and these were the only matters he discussed with her.
"I think it's a good thing that there should be no enmity in the family. Anyone would agree to that, eh, what?"
"But certainly. Oh, how pleased I am that he did not marry that woman. I am surprised in a way because I have heard that she is a very pleasant creature."
A very pleasant creature, thought the King; and a very beautiful one by all accounts. They had all found beautiful women for themselves, except the King. He had Charlotte. How old she looked! Poor plain little Charlotte. Yet he had been faithful to her, in deed if not in thought, since their marriage.
Well, he was getting old now and he was glad he had been a good husband.
"Have you warned the Princesses?" he asked.
What a way to talk of the return of a brother! thought the Queen. Warned!
"Yes, I have told them that they may expect a visit from their brother."
"Hm, and what did they say to that?"
"They are delighted. Amelia was so excited that she bounced up and down in her chair and shot her milk all over the table."