"Your Highness will want to send for Fox," suggested Burke.
Sheridan agreed that Fox would be needed; and the Prince fell in with their suggestion, although a trifle uneasily. Maria's dislike of Fox and the fact that he had been unfairly blamed for the denial of the marriage was disturbing, but he realized that in such a crisis they needed Fox.
"I've no idea where he might be," went on Burke. "Somewhere in Italy I believe. But I think Your Highness will agree that no time should be lost as it may be some weeks before we can find him."
The Prince had agreed and the search for Fox was begun.
Oh, yes, indeed, it was a brilliant prospect. Fox would be the leader of the Whig Party, with the support of the Prince who would have become King. Although Fox had announced himself to be disgusted with English politics, although he had declared that he wished to hear nothing of what was going on at home in Parliament, although he wanted to receive no newspapers, no letters—this would bring him home.
The Prince arrived at Windsor and went immediately to the Queen.
He kissed her hand and looking into her face was immediately aware of the change in her. She was very anxious, certainly; but she was no longer the meek woman he had hitherto known; there was something almost militant about her.
"It is well," she said, "that you should be here."
"I must see the doctors at once," said the Prince. "I shall want a detailed account from them."
He imagines himself King already, thought the Queen. But it has not yet come to that.
"Pray do not allow the King to guess that you have come with such speed because you are waiting to take the throne."
"Madam," said the Prince coldly, "I assure you good manners would prevent me from acting in such a manner."
"I hope so," she said. "You will be shocked when you see him. His appearance has changed considerably. His voice has changed. He talks constantly ... talks and talks until his voice is hoarse and in fact fails him altogether. The veins stand out at his temples and his eyes look like black-currant jelly."
The Prince said sharply: "What is his malady? There seems to be a great deal of mystery about it. Who is attending him?"
"Sir George Baker, who has always attended the King."
"He's an old fool. The King himself once said he was an old woman."
"He is reliable."
"I will send a doctor of my own choosing to see him."
Oh, yes, thought the Queen. He sees himself as the master of us all already. But it shall not be. He shall not ignore me.
What had come over her? This was her beloved son.
The Prince sought out his brother Frederick who had also arrived at Windsor.
"You have seen him," said the Prince of Wales to Frederick. "What is your opinion?"
"That he's very ill indeed. You should be at hand, George. He behaves so oddly. Of course our mother has been trying to hide this but she can't do it much longer."
"She seemed like a different woman. I have never seen her like this before."
"She's given up having children. Perhaps that accounts for it. She does not approve of your way of life, George."
"Nor do I approve of hers."
Frederick laughed. "There may be conflicts in the family. Although I suppose we should not be surprised at that. It's the family tradition."
Fred."
"Yes, George."
"Whatever happens, I shall be able to rely on you?"
"To the death," said Frederick.
The brothers clasped hands.
"By God," said the Prince, "I'm glad you came back from Germany in time."
While the family dined together, Frederick was watching his lather and elder brother very closely. The King did not address the Prince of Wales, in fact he had given no indication that he was aware of his being present, but he was disturbed and Frederick believed that this was due to the presence of the Prince.
The Princesses Charlotte, Augusta and Elizabeth were silent. Visits from their brother had always been exciting, but they knew why George was here this time and it was a frightening thought.
The King had started to talk and the subject of his discourse was so involved that none of the family could understand what it was all about. On and on he went, occasionally shooting out an eh, what?
The Queen sat clenching and unclenching her hands, feeling that at any moment she would cry out that she could endure no more. The Princesses' eyes were on their mother expecting she would give them the command to leave the table. The Prince of Wales was watching his father incredulously and thinking: He's not physically ill. He's mad\
The King glared at his son. "Eh?" he whispered, for he had almost lost his voice. "Eh, what?"
The Prince said: "I cannot hear what Your Majesty says. You are whispering. If you will speak a little louder ..."
The King stood up suddenly. There was a terrified silence as he walked to that chair on which the Prince of Wales was sitting.
The Prince was rising when the King seized him about the neck.
"Puppy! Insolent dog! You would tell the King of England that he should speak out ... would you? By God, I'll kill you. I will ... I will ... I will..."
The Prince tried to drag the King's hands from his throat. Frederick sprang up and there was a scuffle which was joined by the equerries. The Prince of Wales fell back against the wall and stared at the King whose eyes were dark with rage.
The Queen put her hand over her mouth to prevent herself screaming; the Prince was weeping and Colonel Digby asked if it were His Majesty's wish that he should conduct him to his apartment.
The King looked puzzled, but after a little persuasion allowed himself to be led away.
Never had there been such a scene in the royal dining room. The Princess Charlotte ran to get Hungary water to bathe her brother's forehead and so revive him. In her own apartments the Queen could no longer restrain her fears; she threw herself on to her bed and gave way to violent laughter and tears.
The truth could no longer be hidden.
The King was mad.
The Regency Bill
The Prince rode out to Bagshot from Windsor where, in the parlour of a hostelry, he found Sheridan and Maria waiting for him.
He embraced Maria warmly and Sheridan almost equally so.
"This is going to be a very big change in our fortunes," he said, looking earnestly at Maria.
"My only hope is that all will go well with you," she answered.
"A Duchess first," he whispered, "and then, by God, you shall be acknowledged Princess of Wales."
"You think too far ahead, my love," said Maria gently; but she was pleased. He knew that the dearest wish of her life was not for fine titles and riches but to be acknowledged as his wife—though of course that acknowledgement could only mean that she had a right to the second highest title a woman could attain.
Sheridan said: "We must act with care at this stage, Your Highness. It is to discuss our moves that I thought we three should meet."
They sat down and talked.
Fox must come back as soon as possible, said Sheridan.
The Prince looked anxiously at Maria who was naturally not at all pleased at the thought of the return of the man who had, she had said, treated her as though she were a street walker, but she knew of his brilliance; she knew he was the natural leader of the Whigs and she knew too how important the Whigs were to the Prince. Yes, she reluctantly agreed, Fox must be brought back.
Both Sheridan and the Prince were relieved. But one could trust Maria's good sense and her greatest concern really was for her husband's well-being even if this should be brought about ;it her own discomfiture.
"So we will pursue the hunt for Fox without delay," said Sheridan, not mentioning to Maria that the hunt had already been in progress for days and that he—and the Prince—were disturbed because the statesman seemed difficult to find. He had been traced to Geneva but had left a week or so before the messenger arrived and none there knew of his next destination.