Victoria stared into the distance. That day was very far away.
‘And there is our brother Charles …’ began Feodora. ‘I believe he is going to find some opposition.’
‘Do tell me about Charles,’ said Victoria eagerly.
Feodora hesitated. She was reckless today; it was because she was soon going to leave her little sister. Victoria ought to know something of the world, she decided. How difficult it would be for her if she were suddenly thrust into marriage without any foreknowledge. She was busy with her tutors for a greater part of the day; she was taught music and dancing; but what, Feodora asked herself, did the child know of human relationships and life? She had almost blurted out the scandal just now concerning Uncle Ernest and his wife Louise; what if she had let slip that Louise was an unfaithful wife and that Uncle Ernest had divorced her? Mamma and Lehzen would have been furious. They wanted to protect Victoria; but could ignorance be considered a protection?
And now she had betrayed the fact that Charles was heading for trouble. Well, what harm could there be if she told it discreetly?
Victoria loved her half-brother Charles; it was wonderful to have a grown-up brother – he was three years older than Feodora. It was true she saw very little of him, but when she did, she thought him charming. He was often in Germany, which was after all his home, but she loved to have news of him.
Feodora looked over her shoulder and whispered: ‘He is in love with Marie Klebelsberg and swears he’ll marry her. It will never be allowed.’
‘Who is Marie Klebelsberg?’ whispered Victoria.
‘She is the daughter of Count Klebelsberg. Aunt Louise … before … before she left the Court met her when she was travelling with Uncle Ernest and was so taken with her that she made her her lady-in-waiting. That was how Charles met her. He says nothing on earth will stop his marrying her.’
‘Not Grandmamma? Not Mamma?’
‘We shall have to see.’
‘Poor darling Charles! I believe people should marry for love.’
She looked fondly at her dear Feodora and saw an idyllic picture – herself watering the flowers and Augustus and Feodora laughing under the trees and darling old Späth looking so pleased and happy.
Feodora, fearful that she had said too much, went on quickly: ‘It’s a secret. You must not mention it. Mamma would be cross.’
Victoria nodded conspiratorially; and Feodora, to take her mind from dangerous subjects, started to play the favourite game of ‘Do you remember?’
Victoria enjoyed hearing stories that concerned herself; and because she was sad about the impending departure, Feodora decided to cheer her up. The story of Victoria and the Bishop never failed to delight the little girl.
‘He picked you up in his arms and you were not very pleased.’
‘No I was not,’ agreed Victoria. ‘And what did I do then, eh, Feodora?’
‘You pulled off his wig and started to pull the hair out of it.’
‘How … wicked of me,’ cried Victoria delightedly. ‘And what did he do?’
‘He could do nothing. Poor man, he was smothered in powder, and he only grew very red in the face and waited for Mamma to come to the rescue.’
‘Of course I was talked to very severely afterwards.’
‘Oh yes, there was quite a storm.’
‘Indeed I can be very wayward.’
‘Darling Vicky, you are often very good.’
‘Oh, am I?’
‘Do you remember when your Uncle York was dying how you used to send him a bunch of flowers every day?’
‘I picked them myself. I thought he would like to know I was thinking of him.’
‘There. It shows you can be kind and thoughtful.’
‘He gave me my beautiful donkey. Poor Uncle York! He was a very kind man. He was the heir to the throne then and now it is Uncle Clarence.’
Feodora sighed. Did Victoria know who was next to Clarence in the succession? One did not mention it. Mamma and Lehzen had decided that since Victoria was so frank and apt to speak her mind, it was better if her future prospects were not made too clear to her. She must, said Mamma, be made to feel that life would offer her great responsibilities, but what these should be must, for the time being, be a little vague to her.
‘Darling Aunt Adelaide,’ said Victoria. ‘I love her very much. She gave me the Big Doll, you know. She is kind, although Mamma thinks her a little dowdy.’
‘Don’t mention that. Mamma would not be pleased.’
‘No, but I heard her mention it to Sir John.’
Feodora looked quickly at her sister. Victoria’s mouth had tightened a little. She did not greatly care for Sir John Conroy, the Comptroller of her mother’s household, and she did not quite know why.
‘Look!’ said Feodora. ‘Dear old Späth is coming. I expect it is for you.’
The Baroness’s yellowish face lit up with pleasure when she saw her two darlings. It was both a joy and a sadness to contemplate them. Victoria was a dear child, so vivacious, so passionate, so determined to have her way and yet so eager to be good, and always so ready to sympathise with the troubles of others. Often one saw the rather prominent blue eyes fill with tears at the sight of some poor person in distress.
The Baroness had never really recovered from the shame of having displeased the Duchess over the Augustus d’Este affair. Poor darling Feodora had been so much in love with the young man and if she dared go against the Duchess’s wishes – which of course she would not – the Baroness would have said that a marriage with the son of the Duke of Sussex was not such an ill match. If the young couple were in love that, in Späth’s opinion, should have been reason enough.
But the dear Duchess had been so displeased. Poor Späth trembled now to remember how angry she had been.
And now Feodora was betrothed and was soon to be married and that meant a sad separation.
‘Have you come for me, dear Späth?’ asked Victoria.
‘It is time for your lesson, Princess.’
Victoria walked between them a little soberly. This was how they used to walk when they went to Uncle Sussex’s garden. Alas, that Mamma had not approved. If she had dearest Feodora would not have been on the point of going away.
Chapter II
A WEDDING AT KENSINGTON
In the house at Bushy – the favourite residence of Adelaide, Duchess of Clarence – she was preparing for the arrival of the Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg. This was in the nature of a State visit and State visits never made her very happy. She much preferred the rural life at Bushy where she and William could live quietly surrounded by the FitzClarence grandchildren who were growing numerous and whose parents looked upon the mansion as the family home.
Adelaide was delighted that this should be so. She, who had longed for children of her own and been denied them, could find some solace in the children of others. People had ceased to remark on the extraordinary manner in which she had taken her husband’s family by Dorothy Jordan to her heart. It certainly had won William’s. She might be a little dowdy; she was certainly no beauty – she was pale and her skin was often spotty at certain times of the year; people were inclined to ignore her; but those who knew her well loved her. William her husband was delighted with her; he treated her with respect; he even listened to her; and one of his greatest delights was to see her with his grandchildren – behaving as though they were hers too. She, a Princess – albeit of a little German state – could be a fairy godmother to the actress Dorothy Jordan’s grandchildren.
Soon she hoped to have with her her nephew by marriage – young George Cambridge whose father Adolphus, Duke of Cambridge, was at present Viceroy of Hanover. George’s mother, Augusta, had written to her saying that it was time her young George came to England to be educated and she would be happy if Adelaide would take him under her wing.