‘I am glad that he will be pleased but chiefly I am glad for our daughter. I am sure this is the best possible match for her.’
‘We can no longer treat her as a child. This has turned her into a woman overnight.’
‘She is still the same little Vicky.’
‘Oh, no, she is not. She is soon going to be a wife. I do hope she does not start having children too soon.’
‘My love, that is a matter for the future.’
‘I can’t bear to think of our child being submitted to that ordeal too soon.’
‘We shall hope that in due course she gives Prussia an heir.’
‘But not too soon, I trust,’ said the Queen.
‘Oh, she will delight in children.’
‘But not in bearing them. Men never understand what we have to suffer. I know, Albert. I do happen to have experienced it eight times. I don’t really think I could endure it again.’
Albert could see that she was working herself up into a passion and did his best to soothe her.
‘Perhaps you will not have to, my child,’ he said.
She softened at the term of endearment. Dear Albert, she must not upset him; and he did look worn and wan. She knew that his rheumatism was very painful.
It was impossible to keep the matter of Vicky’s betrothal secret. The press wanted to know what Fritz had been doing at Balmoral. Clearly his visit had had some ulterior motive; the Princess Royal was destined to marry a German – just as her mother had!
The Princess was confirmed and, thought her mother, looked so touchingly innocent in her pure white dress and she made her responses perfectly. Yes indeed, Vicky was no longer a child.
‘It is always Germans,’ said the press. And who was this Prince Frederick William of Prussia? The heir to a little German kingdom! It was obvious whose hand was in this. Once Germans had a foot in at the door they were ready to take charge of the house.
The Prussians resented the English attitude and there were comments in their press. Why all this fuss? Who was their future King marrying? The Princess Royal of England! They would first like to know what dowry was offered before they crowed too much about its being a good match, and if she married the Prince, the Princess Royal would have to come to Germany to do so.
When the Queen heard this she was furious.
‘I suppose you agree with this!’ she accused Albert. ‘After all you are a German. And Stockmar too, I suppose he thinks it is right and proper for an English Princess to be overawed at the prospect of marrying into Prussia! If it is too much trouble for a Prince of Prussia to come over here to marry the daughter of the Queen of England, he had better not come at all.’
‘Now,’ soothed Albert, ‘you are getting worked up again. There is no need to. Of course Fritz will come over here for the wedding.’
Chapter XXIV
MUTINY
The Prince of Wales provided a problem. Mr Gibbs’ stern rule seemed to have profited him little and he had made scarcely any progress with his studies. He was deliberately wilful. Alfred had wanted to go into the Navy and although this was not Albert’s original idea for his future, he believed that if the boy was so enamoured of the life he would probably do well at it. When he was sent to Royal Lodge there had been a terrible scene between the two brothers because they were to be parted. They had wept bitterly and although it was pleasant to see their affection, Bertie’s behaviour afterwards was worse than ever. He had taken to teasing the younger children and there were often battles.
Leopold was also wilful and could be very naughty at times and sometimes in a fit of temper he would hurt himself and there would be those worrying haemorrhages. What could one do with Leopold but whip him? The Queen’s mother, who adored the children and spoilt them all, said that she hated to hear the children crying after a beating. It hurt her, she declared, as much as it did them and she simply could not bear it.
‘I have too many of them to be upset by the tears of one or two,’ said the Queen grimly. ‘I daresay Feodora and Charles were good children and rarely cried, and as for myself I don’t think I did much either … not tears of anger in any case.’
‘You had your storms,’ said the Duchess. ‘And little Leo is a good boy at heart. He’s so delicate and that could make him peevish. In fact they are all good children at heart.’
‘Even Bertie?’ said the Queen.
‘Even Bertie,’ answered the Duchess firmly.
The Queen sighed. ‘How I wish I could believe that!’
It was so easy for grandmothers; they had the pleasure of children without the anxieties they created.
And then to her dismay, the Queen was once more pregnant.
There was no end to trouble. It now came from the East because the Chinese had boarded a ship and after having arrested the crew as pirates had torn down the British flag. Although this particular ship was registered in Hong Kong it was not at all certain that it had a right to fly the flag, but no matter, the flag must not be insulted, so the British Plenipotentiary in Hong Kong saw no reason why reprisals should not be taken.
Admiral Seymour was given orders to destroy certain Chinese forts and as a result there was an attempt to kill the Plenipotentiary in Hong Kong.
A dispute in the House of Commons arose about the manner in which the government had acted and there was to be a motion led by Cobden and Bright to censure it. Lord Palmerston was dubious about its outcome and felt it very probable that it would succeed. The thought of Lord Palmerston’s being forced to resign threw the Queen into a panic.
She had almost forgotten that a short time ago she had been eager to keep Palmerston out at all costs. The manner in which the Crimean War had been brought to a conclusion had decided her that her old enemy was the strong man the government needed. It had been the same with Sir Robert Peel. She had hated him at first and had later been forced to admit his admirable qualities. Now this was the case with Palmerston.
‘He cannot resign,’ she cried. ‘Oh dear, how tiresome these people are! When they have a strong man at the head they do their best to get rid of him. I cannot face a crisis now.’
Albert tried to soothe her. He was finding her pregnancies almost as trying as she did herself. The baby was due in a month’s time and as she had put on weight considerably she was even more ungainly than usual; and she was aware of it.
‘My love, a vote of censure might force the Prime Minister to resign,’ said Albert.
‘But he must be told that I do not wish it. I really cannot endure it at this time. Do these people realise that I have to face my ordeal in a few weeks’ time? And to thrust this at me with all it entails! They must be made to see. Albert, I cannot face a crisis like this. I feel so humiliated. This will be the ninth time.’
‘Will you leave this to me?’ asked Albert.
‘Oh, please, Albert, yes.’
Albert wrote to the Prime Minister:
My dear Lord Palmerston,
The Queen has this moment received your letter giving so unfavourable an account of the prospects of tonight’s division. She is sorry that her health imperatively requires her going into the country for a few days … The Queen feels herself physically unable to go through the anxiety of a Ministerial Crisis and the fruitless attempts to form a new Government out of the heterogeneous elements of which the present Opposition is composed, should the Government feel it necessary to offer their resignation, and would on that account
prefer any other alternative
.