She had reached a new stage of her life. She would no longer be dominated by the Prince. Once she had loved him exclusively; but now Minney came first.
Mystery in St James’s
IN THE YEAR 1809 Charlotte celebrated her thirteenth birthday.
‘Another year,’ she told Mercer, ‘and I shall cease to be a child.’
‘That,’ replied Mercer with her sound good sense, ‘will rather depend on how you develop in the meantime.’
Charlotte was sure that continued association with her beloved Mercer would enable her to grow up more quickly than anything else. Between Mercer, who was so high-minded, and Mrs Udney, who was perhaps a little low-minded, one could grasp life in its various layers which, reasoned Charlotte, was rather necessary if one was to understand it in all its aspects.
One February day Mercer arrived to tell her that Drury Lane theatre had been burned down. This was a terrible calamity, for the place had been gutted and the reservoir on the roof was quite useless.
‘Poor Mr Sheridan!’ sighed Mercer. ‘I am so sorry for him. So brilliant, so clever! But the theatre was insured against fire for which I am indeed thankful. I hear the House of Commons expressed its sympathy; so I am sure all help will be given in building a new theatre.’ From this Mercer went on to talk of Mr Sheridan’s exciting career and how he and Mr Fox had worked together. Fox, being one of Mercer’s heroes, was one of Charlotte’s too – and Charlotte was delighted because her father had been so fond of him.
‘A good Whig,’ said Mercer, which was high praise from her. ‘And the finest playwright of his age. There are many politicians, but I have heard it said that there is no man living who can write plays to equal Sheridan’s. But perhaps he does well to continue in politics, for it is better to lead the people than to amuse them.’
Charlotte agreed wholeheartedly, as she did with everything Mercer said.
Mercer knew exactly what was happening throughout the world; she could talk excitingly of Napoleon’s exploits; she gave her opinions freely and she taught Charlotte to be a good Whig.
She made Charlotte long for the days when she would be able to appear in public, to attend the opera or the theatre. In Mercer’s opinion she should always have been allowed to attend these places if only for special performances. Not that Mercer believed she should have gone to the first night of the new theatre at Covent Garden, where Mercer told her, they had opened with Macbeth. Mr Kemble had spoken the address though the uproar had been so great that no one had heard him. That was not suitable for a princess, but the opera certainly was, thought Mercer. She feared that the Princess’s education was neglected in some respects. She, Mercer, would try to remedy that.
She it was who told the Princess of the duel between Mr Canning and Lord Castlereagh, which had taken place because it had reached the noble lord’s ears that Mr Canning had thought him unfit for office.
‘Do you mean they fought … with pistols?’ cried Charlotte, her eyes round with wonder.
‘I mean exactly that,’ replied Mercer. ‘And Mr Canning’s bullet took the button off Lord Castlereagh’s coat and Mr Canning was wounded in the thigh.’
‘Poor Mr Canning! I trust he did not bleed to death.’
‘No, he walked off the field. But can you imagine such folly? Two grown-up men … using such a means to settle a quarrel!’
‘Men have always settled their quarrels in this way,’ Charlotte reminded her friend.
‘There is no need for them to continue in such folly.’
‘When I am Queen I shall forbid men to fight duels,’ declared Charlotte, and Mercer looked at her pupil with approval.
Yes, it was very pleasant, talking to Mercer, and Charlotte felt that she was becoming really knowledgeable under her tuition.
She told Mercer how Mr Canning used to bow to her when she was held up to the window to wave to him.
‘I used to tear my caps imitating him,’ she said, and laughed boisterously to remember it; but Mercer liked her to be serious.
So from Mercer she learned much of politics and the affairs of the world and from Mrs Udney those secrets which others sought to keep from her.
‘Do you know,’ whispered Mrs Udney, ‘Mary Anne Clarke had a service of plate which once belonged to a prince of the Bourbon family. My word, she did well for herself!’
‘Do you think she’s doing well for herself now?’
‘Ha, ha. Those very saleable letters. You can bet your life she will be very highly paid for them.’
‘Poor Uncle Fred! He must be feeling dreadful. I’m glad Aunt Frederica came up to London to be with him.’
‘I doubt he ever wrote such letters to her.’
‘All the more reason why she is to be praised for standing by him,’ retorted Charlotte.
But although she snubbed the woman she was often friendly towards her because she wanted to hear all that Mrs Udney had to tell as well as learn from Mercer. So it was Mrs Udney who showed her the cartoons about Uncle Fred and Mary Anne Clarke and told her how cheeky the woman had been at the Bar.
It is all very regrettable, said Charlotte, but one has to know about one’s own family.
She liked to hear stories about the people. How a sailor had died in Guy’s Hospital and when his body had been opened up eighteen clasp knives had been found in him.
‘He’d swallowed them all when he was drunk. It was for a wager,’ said Mrs Udney. ‘The things people do!’
There were stories of thieves, one of whom had broken into the house of a pelisse maker and murdered him and his family; there was another of a man who had shot a young girl when she refused to marry him.
It was all exciting and highly entertaining if, thought Charlotte, one did not know the people personally, for she would not have cared for any of her acquaintances to be shot dead by disappointed lovers.
But this, she assured herself, was as much a part of life as what Napoleon was doing in Europe.
In October began the great jubilee year. The King had been on the throne for fifty years. Fifty years! thought Charlotte. It was a lifetime. But poor Grandpapa was hardly in a fit state to enjoy a jubilee.
‘And,’ said Mercer, ‘who wants this jubilee? The Tories of course. And for what reason? Because there is so much trouble at home and abroad that they want to turn people’s attention from that to these celebrations at home.’
Charlotte settled down to hear an account of the troubles at home. The loss of trade because of the Napoleonic wars; the difficulty of calling a halt to Napoleon’s domination of Europe. The general ineffectiveness of Tory rule. Mercer would have liked to mention the state of the King’s health, but that was hardly a subject fit for his granddaughter’s ears. There were rumours that his strangeness was increasing; everyone would be prepared now for a return of his malady. He had aged so much in the last few years and was now almost blind and quite often wandering in his mind.
Hardly the man to wish to celebrate his jubilee. But there were banquets and fireworks and festivities everywhere. The Queen and the Princesses had given an open-air fête at Windsor, in spite of the fact that it was autumn; there were coloured lamps in the city of London and fireworks constantly lighted up the sky accompanied by the red glow from bonfires. The various houses of business illuminated their premises with signs of their trade; and in addition to all this there were many thanksgiving services in the church all over the country. The theme was ‘God Save the King’.
Exciting times, thought Charlotte, in which anything might happen.
But she was unprepared for the great scandal which hit the family and put even the Mary Anne Clarke scandal into the shade.
It was Mrs Udney who told her of this.