‘I don’t want to hurry anything,’ he heard himself saying. ‘Let’s wait awhile. Let’s wait …’ he calculated. Six months? He could do a great deal in six months. He might even talk to her, bring her round to his way of thinking. ‘Let’s wait until September,’ he said.
‘September,’ said the Duchess. ‘Her birthday. Yes, that’s a good idea. We will announce the alliance with Wolfenbüttel on her birthday.’
George William pushed aside unpleasant thoughts. September was six months away. He had always been a man to live in the present.
Bernstorff met Clara von Platen riding somewhere in the twenty miles which separated Celle and Hanover.
‘Well,’ said Clara, ‘you have news?’
‘Anton Ulrich grows impatient and the Duchess does too. She is working for a definite betrothal.’
‘And George William?’
‘He is holding it off but has not plucked up courage to speak to her.’
‘If we are not careful she will affiance the girl to Wolfenbüttel and then it will be too late.’
‘I know.’
‘Well, cannot you do something to stop it?’
‘If you knew George William you would understand my difficulties. He can’t bring himself to disagree with her when he’s face to face – although depend upon it if we could get him alone … if she would go away … then we would have the agreement.’
‘Is there no hope of her going away?’
‘They are never separated. Besides, she could not be persuaded to leave her beloved child.’
‘And you don’t think she could be persuaded? After all, a match with Hanover and a possibility – vague I’ll admit – of the girl’s becoming a Queen if ever George Lewis had the throne of England, must surely be a better proposition than a marriage with Wolfenbüttel.’
‘But the girl has quite a fondness for the Wolfenbüttel boy and that counts with the Duchess. We do not hear very good reports of George Lewis.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Coarse, crude manners and too many mistresses. Sophia Dorothea has been brought up, surrounded by affection and French manners and such like. The Duchess wants her to be treated like a precious piece of porcelain when she leaves the parental roof.’
‘The girl had better come out of her shell and live.’
‘So say I. But try saying it to the Duchess.’
‘So you think he’ll agree with this Wolfenbüttel match?’
‘He’d like to for the sake of peace. But he has a great desire to be friends with his brother as apparently they were very close to each other in their youth.’
‘Yes, I’ve heard of that. Ernest Augustus would like to take up the friendship too.’
‘And George Lewis?’
‘What of him! He’s ready to be a prize stud on occasions, provided on others he’s allowed to roam around in search of his own choice heifers. He doesn’t count. Nor does the girl.’
‘She does with her mother.’
‘You must keep us informed. If this does not come off you’ll be a great deal poorer than you might otherwise be.’
‘I know.’
‘Keep me informed of the slightest incident.’
‘I will.’
They said goodbye; and Bernstorff riding back to Celle was a very uneasy man.
Ernest Augustus came to his wife’s apartments, waving a batch of papers in his hand and frowning deeply. He signed to her attendants that he wished to be alone with the Duchess.
‘Something is wrong, I see,’ said Sophia quietly.
‘Wrong! Indeed yes. This little jaunt of our son’s to England is going to be very expensive and I have to pay for it.’
‘But if …’
Ernest Augustus held up a hand. ‘Don’t deceive yourself. I fear you miscalculated there. There’ll be no English marriage for George Lewis; and it has been a very costly matter to discover what I felt to be the truth even before he embarked on this fool’s errand.’
‘Fool’s errand! I refuse to believe it. And you thought it an excellent idea that he should go.’
‘I gave way to you, it’s true.’
‘But what has happened. He has been received at Charles’s court. He has even had lodgings at Whitehall.’
‘Yes, and I hear that the Princess Anne will have none of it. The Duke of York is back at court after his exile in Scotland; the Exclusion Bill has not been made law. There are even rumours that Charles in secret does not frown on Catholicism. He has given Mary to the Protestant Orange and he is not inclined to give Anne to a German Duke even though he is a Protestant. That is how I see it.’
‘But how can you be sure?’
‘They’ve given him a consolation prize – a Doctorate of Laws at Cambridge. And he can’t speak a word of English! It’s as though they are poking fun at him. If he had studied a little more and learned some English he could at least have given some account of himself. But he cannot. What hope has he? He must come home before he is made to look more foolish than he already does.’
‘You are telling me that you propose sending for him.’
‘I have already done so.’
Sophia’s face was flushed with anger, but Ernest Augustus thrust the papers into her hand. ‘Take a look at these. Then you will see how much this fruitless journey has cost me. Then you will see that George Lewis must come back to Hanover and find a bride nearer home.’
The Duchess Sophia stared at the figures. She could have wept with rage. To her they represented the end of a dream. She realized it now; from the time her ugly little George Lewis was a baby she had dreamed of his ascending the throne of England.
And Ernest Augustus was angry. She had involved him in unnecessary expense. He would not forget this in a hurry. If he had not listened to her, George Lewis would never have gone to England to make a hole in his father’s purse and a fool of himself.
It was good to be back in Hanover, thought George Lewis. He liked London but he could never understand the people. They laughed too much and, he believed, at him. Did they find everyone amusing who did not speak their tongue and who didn’t follow their customs?
There had been one of their customs which George Lewis could follow very well.
He saw Marie at a window of the palace as he rode towards it. She was leaning out with apparent eagerness, and behind her stood her sister the Platen woman, who was becoming more and more important to his father. She was watching him and Marie, but he had little thought to spare for her.
His father greeted him grimly; he was still calculating the cost of his journey; his mother was solemn, regarding his empty-handed return as a tragedy.
George Lewis listened half-heartedly to their greeting. His mother wanted to hear all that had happened to him at the English court; his father wanted to know how much money he had spent.
A dreary home-coming, thought George Lewis, except for the fact that Marie had made herself very visible to him and had clearly implied how eagerly she was waiting for him.
The Duchess Sophia shut herself away the better to forget the tragedy; she read a great deal and wrote letters to learned friends all over Europe. She had so counted on the marriage between her son and the English Princess and could not imagine what had happened to make plans go awry. It could only be George Lewis’s uncouth manners. How she wished that one of the others had been the eldest son!
Ernest Augustus with Clara von Platen in attendance talked to his son about the English visit.
‘Bah!’ he said. ‘Let them keep the girl. There are other fish in the sea.’
George Lewis grinned. ‘She was not exactly beautiful and was very spoilt.’
‘Yes, those two girls were spoilt. Well, William knows how to tame the elder.’
‘I would have tamed the younger.’
‘Let’s not upset ourselves over that.’
‘His Highness is right,’ said Clara. ‘He would have known how to deal with this … Anne.’