The Queen looked severely at Alix. ‘You are young,’ she said, ‘and ours is a house of mourning. I do not believe it will ever be anything else. You never knew him and you cannot therefore understand what we have lost.’ She turned away to wipe her eyes and Leopold chose the moment to slip his arm through hers and ask if he might lure her away from the company for a while.
She showed her eagerness to be lured. The interview was over, leaving a rather bewildered Prince and Princess of Denmark with their daughter strangely enough slightly less so.
In their apartments Louise declared: ‘She was quite insulting.’ ‘She didn’t mean to be, of course,’ Christian defended her.
‘She may be the Queen of England but you will one day be the King of Denmark. She seems to forget that. Poor Alix!’
‘Alix, my dear,’ said Christian, ‘if you wish to abandon this marriage you have only to say so.’
‘Oh no, Papa. I shall not be marrying the Queen.’
‘She will always be there.’
‘Bertie is quite different.’
‘Indeed yes,’ said Christian uneasily.
‘She kept staring at me as though there was something abnormal about me,’ complained Louise.
‘That’s because you’re my wife,’ replied Christian. ‘She might have been once but she married the incomparable Albert instead.’
‘Surely no one is as good as he is made out to be?’
‘He was in her eyes,’ said Alix.
‘She doesn’t seem to have upset you as she has the rest of us,’ said her mother.
‘No, she didn’t upset me. I think I could understand her.’
As Louise said to Christian when they were alone, Alix was so eager to take Bertie that she would accept his mother at the same time.
Alix put on a black dress for dinner.
‘My dear child,’ said Louise, ‘you look as though you’re in mourning.’
‘She is,’ replied Alix, ‘so perhaps we should be in sympathy with her.’
Louise said: ‘Well, it is becoming. It shows up your skin and hair to perfection, and simplicity can sometimes be more effective than fuss and feathers – as Countess Danner might learn.’
The Queen did not appear at dinner but afterwards she joined them.
Her eyes lighted up with pleasure when she saw Alix in her black dress. She understood the gesture at once.
‘My dear child,’ was all she said, but there were tears in her eyes.
And there was no doubt in the minds of all observers that Alix had come through the trying ordeal very well indeed.
The Queen had shown her approval. She complained that Princess Louise was deaf and therefore difficult to talk to and that she painted her cheeks and she did not care for what she had heard of her; but Alexandra was charming and so was her father, though of course Denmark was not the most important of countries. However, Bertie might go on with his courtship.
The Queen travelled on to Coburg to see Albert’s brother Ernest, whose conduct she was beginning to find most unsatisfactory now that Albert was not there to advise and criticise him. She visited once more the haunts of his childhood, wept over his relics in the Museum he had founded with his brother, and in fact wallowed afresh in her grief.
Alix with her parents returned to the house they had rented in Ostend, and the very next day Bertie joined them there.
Alix was happy. How different he was from his mother. It seemed so strange that he should be the son of a mother and such a father. No one could have been more unlike the sainted Albert. Thank heaven! thought Alix with a laugh.
Bertie was amusing and light-hearted. He talked of his adventures in North Africa and the Far East – but he did not mention marriage. That was of course to be a more ceremonial affair. And almost immediately there was an invitation from Uncle Leopold for them to return to Laeken Palace and Alix realised that this was going to be the scene for the great occasion.
Uncle Leopold was beaming with pleasure. The Queen’s departure had lifted a great cloud from the Palace. Now there would be a magnificent luncheon with all the guests arriving as arranged and a great deal of animated conversation and laughter. Uncle Leopold, as he usually did, talked a great deal about his ailments, but he did it in a manner which suggested they were like a lot of relations whose tiresomeness he found intriguing.
After the luncheon he suggested that his guests might like to see the gardens and they all wandered out in little groups. Bertie and Alix were alone. She talked to him about the flowers, of which she was very knowledgeable, and finally they found themselves in a secluded grotto where Bertie suggested they sit down for a moment.
‘Alix,’ he said, ‘I think you know what I’m going to say. Will you marry me?’
Alix was too straightforward to make a pretence of surprise.
‘If you are asking me because you want me to with all your heart, the answer is Yes. If it is because the Queen has commanded you to do so, it is No.’
Bertie laughed and taking her hands kissed her. There was nothing inexpert about Bertie’s methods of kissing, and he could admirably convey his feelings by the act.
‘I think the answer is yes,’ said Alix laughing.
Bertie kissed her again. She was the most beautiful Princess he had ever seen, he told her. When he saw her in the Cathedral he could not believe his good fortune.
‘And when I realised what it was all about nor could I.’
‘Then we are indeed the happy pair.’
Bertie told her how he had been aware of her beauty before he had seen her – he was not counting those occasions in their childhood when he had been too obtuse to notice her – because he had seen a picture of her. It must have been one of those photographs of royal people which were sold in shops because a friend of his was telling him about a young woman with whom he had fallen in love and had brought a picture out of his pocket to show him.
‘When I saw it,’ explained Bertie, ‘I thought it was the loveliest face I had ever seen. I said: “Why, she’s beautiful!” Then he saw what he had done. He had shown me the wrong picture. “That’s not my girl,” he said. “That’s a picture of the Princess Alexandra.”’
It was a very happy quarter of an hour they spent in the grotto, and at the end of that time they had no doubt whatever that they were in love.
They were radiant when they entered the Palace and were immediately sought out by Uncle Leopold who came towards them, limping effectively to call attention to his rheumatism, and embracing them both warmly.
‘My dear children,’ he said, ‘there’s no need to tell me. I know.’ And he thought: This could mean England will support Denmark if Prussia should stretch out its greedy hands to interfere with Schleswig-Holstein, which would be very much to the advantage of Belgium.
The few days passed idyllically and then there must be separation.
The Queen decided that Bertie and Alix must say good-bye and not meet again until the wedding day. It was most unseemly for them to be too much in each other’s company before they were married. Heaven knew what might happen. And she did not trust the Princess Louise, who had a reputation for being master in the house, and was deaf and painted her cheeks.
As she progressed on her journey she grew a little startled because news of the betrothal had seeped out and the Germans were not pleased. Her welcome was lukewarm in spite of her flowing widow’s weeds and her sorrow. Ernest was most difficult. He didn’t approve of the Danish match at all, and had in fact brought forth a big rebuke from Albert in the last year of his life for attempting to interfere. Vicky was not very popular in Prussia, particularly now that it was known that she had had a hand in helping to arrange the marriage.