"Madam," she said, 'one of the pages is dead.”
"Dead! Where is he?”
"He is in the pages' room.”
Caroline Matilda went straight there and looked at the young boy who was lying on a couch. She shivered and turned away.
"How did it happen?”
"We do not know, Your Majesty," was the answer. "We can only believe it must have been something he ate.”
"Have the doctors been called?”
"Yes, Your Majesty. They say it may well be something he has eaten.”
"Poor child," she said, and lightly touched his forehead.
She could not get him out of her mind. Something he ate? Something tainted, by accident or by design? How could one be sure? Poor child. What harm had he done anyone? She lay in her bed; her women had come to help her dress.
"No news from England then?" she asked.
"None, Your Majesty.”
"I doubt not we shall soon have Mr. Wraxall with us," she said.
They dressed her hair; they put on her gown; and she went walking in the French garden. One must take a little exercise. George had always said that the family had a tendency to fatness, and how right he was. She was beginning to feel the inconvenience of too much weight; it made one so breathless.
When she came in from the garden she felt a little unwell; so she retired to her apartments and lay down. Her throat felt hot and dry. Her women came in and were alarmed at the sight of her; the rich colour which was characteristic of her family had left her cheeks; she looked oddly different.
"I am a little unwell," she said.
"Madame, should we call the doctors?”
She shook her head. "It is like a red hot vice grasping my throat.”
They did not say that the little page who had died recently had complained of the same symptoms.
When she allowed the doctors to come to her they saw at once that she was very ill.
**** George was a worried king. Events were not going as he and North had believed they should in North America. He regarded the Opposition's attitude as little short of treason. It was their continual haranguing of the Government and disagreement with its American policy which gave heart to the Colonists. Chatham was making a nuisance of himself in the Lords.
"We shall be forced," he declared, 'ultimately to retract. Let us retract while we can, not when we must.”
Withdraw the troops from America? "Impossible!" said North.
"Impossible!" echoed the King.
Chatham, Charles Fox and Edmund Burke were against the King and the Government. John Wilkes, who had become Lord Mayor of London, drew up a petition with the Livery of the City suggesting that the King dismiss his government because they were responsible for the existing bad relations between the Country and America. George, who had always hated Wilkes, retorted that when he wanted advice he would go to his government for it.
Meanwhile the conflict was going from bad to worse. Gage, as Commander in Chief, had attempted to seize the colonists' arms at Concord and was defeated at Lexington, and shortly after there followed the disaster of Bunkers Hill.
And it was while George was tormented and distressed by this alarming event that news was brought to him from Celle. When he read the letter he stared at it and tears filled his eyes. His sister Caroline Matilda ... dead! It could not be. She was only twenty-four years old. It was true she had lived through a great deal but she was little more than a child.
He questioned the messenger. "How, eh? Tell me. How did it happen ... what?”
There was little to tell. The Queen had fallen sick of an affliction in her throat and in a few days she had died.
"But she was strong ... she was healthy ... and so young.”
Oh, yes, she was young to die. How could it have happened? He heard the story of the page who had died, possibly through eating 'something'. Had Caroline Matilda died for the same reason? No one could say. No one could be sure. Poor ill-fated Caroline Matilda who had lived so quietly in the heart of her family and then for a few violent years as Queen of Denmark.
"It is all trouble," said George. "Sometimes I feel as though I am going mad.”
**** Everyone at Court was talking about the trial of Elizabeth Chudleigh. George was horrified at what had been unfolded. This was the woman whom he had regarded as his friend; and here she was exposed in the courts as the most scheming of adventuresses.
What a devious course she had travelled! Her life was one long tangle of lies. When she had been living at Court as spinster Elizabeth Chudleigh she had in fact been married to the Honourable Augustus John Hervey. There had even been a child of the union, who, perhaps fortunately, had died. Elizabeth had been unsure whether she would acknowledge her marriage to Hervey until his uncle, the Earl of Bristol, whose heir he was, had been on the point of dying. Then she had considered it would not be such a bad thing to become Countess of Bristol; but before the Earl had died she had become the mistress of the Duke of Kingston and had decided that she would rather be the Duchess of Kingston than the Countess of Bristol. Because she did not wish to suffer the scandal of a divorce she had pretended her marriage to Hervey had not taken place and when there was an opportunity of marrying the Duke of Kingston she had done so, forcing Hervey to silence on their marriage.
During her spell as Duchess of Kingston, Elizabeth had haunted her position; one of her many extravagances had been to build a mansion in Knightsbridge which was known as Kingston House. The Duke, who was many years older than Elizabeth, did not long survive the marriage; and he left his fortune to Elizabeth on condition that she remained a widow since he feared that her vast fortune might attract adventurers.
This caused some amusement among those who knew Elizabeth for the biggest adventuress of them all. Elizabeth, however, was not satisfied with the arrangement and the story of her remarkable adventures would never have been known had not her late husband's nephew, on information he had received from an ex-maid of Elizabeth's, brought a charge of bigamy against Elizabeth which, if proved, would mean that she had never been the Duke's true wife.
Elizabeth who had been travelling in Italy enjoying her wealth was forced to come home to face the charges. She was a woman who was in the thick of adventure even in Rome, where she had difficulty in obtaining the money she needed from the English banker until she produced a pistol and forced him to supply it. Nothing it seemed was too outrageous for Elizabeth to do.
And now the trial was entertaining the whole of London. There was Elizabeth the young adventuress, whose portrait by Sir Joshua Reynolds had delighted London before her arrival, which fact had decided her to leave Devonshire and seek her fortune in the capital city. To London she had come, found a place in the household of the Princess Dowager, attracted the interest of the King George II, secretly married Hervey, decided she had made a mistake, destroyed the church register; and then when there had been a possibility of Hervey's becoming Earl of Bristol, forged a new sheet in the register to replace the old one she had destroyed. Then deciding that Kingston had more to offer her she ignored her marriage with Hervey and married the Duke.
This was Elizabeth Chudleigh, the sparkling vivacious maid-of-honour who had befriended George when Prince of Wales, who had learned the secret of Hannah Lightfoot, who had used it to blackmail the Princess Dowager and Lord Bute and now faced a charge of bigamy. No wonder everyone was talking about Elizabeth Chudleigh; it was far more interesting than all the dreary controversy about the American Colonies.
But the King could not escape from the American problem; he could not sleep for thinking of it.