Chapter XIV
THE MORDAUNT CASE
How tiring was Mr Gladstone! He gave the impression of having too much to do in too short a time. He was too energetic and so sure of himself, backed up by that enormous majority in the House. He was all for reform. In fact he seemed to live for reform. Not only did he want to interfere with the Church but the Army and the Navy as well. He would take up the matter of whether sailors should be allowed to have beards with or without moustaches as though it were some war which had to be won. He could not express himself simply; the Queen could not understand the documents he presented to her – nor even his letters. One sentence would last for pages. Oh, tiresome Mr Gladstone! Someone had told her that when he proposed to Mrs Gladstone he had done so in a letter which was so long and involved that the poor woman was quite bewildered and refused him. And at that, commented the Queen, the Queen is not surprised. Although he persuaded her to marry him later. Poor Mrs Gladstone!
One grew quite weary trying to keep up with all the papers and to grasp what the man was writing about; how different it had been with dear Lord Melbourne; and with Sir Robert there had been Albert. Mr Gladstone made her realise afresh how much she needed Albert. If only dear Mr Disraeli could come back. How could people have been so stupid as to give Mr Gladstone that big majority.
She was worried about Bertie whose finances were in a terrible state. He was now in Egypt doing the country so much good, so said Mr Disraeli, and being very popular and visiting the Pyramids and the Sphinx; and the Khedive and the Sultan were being very hospitable. She did hope Bertie was not getting into any trouble there. But Alix was at hand; she should keep a firm grip on him. The children had been sent home and she did enjoy the company of darling Eddy and Georgie and little Louise; her namesake was too young at present to interest her for she never had liked the very young. The two boys were darlings although they were not as respectful as they should be, which of course was due to the way in which Bertie and Alix brought them up; she gathered from little hints they dropped that they were allowed to go into Bertie’s study while he was writing letters and climb all over him and that Alix often put on an apron and bathed them herself. There was no discipline and that should be rectified. But Bertie had uttered a dark warning when he had said that the children had grown to love their Danish grandparents in a very short time. He hoped they would feel as affectionate towards their very important English grandmama.
They appeared to like her and called her ‘Gangan’, which was amusing. She tried not to think of what Albert would have said to certain naughtiness. After all if the children were so fond of the King and Queen of Denmark they must have some regard for the Queen of England too.
She approached Mr Gladstone about Bertie’s allowance. Mr Gladstone answered the summons – so unattractive because he was so solemn. He bowed very courteously and she told him that she hoped Parliament would agree to give the Prince of Wales a larger income.
Mr Gladstone addressed her as a public meeting with such long sentences that she was not at all sure what he was talking about.
Finally she demanded. ‘But Mr Gladstone, I should be pleased to know what Parliament will decide about the Prince’s allowance.’
Mr Gladstone was off again but she did gather that Parliament had no intention or disposition to augment the income of the Prince of Wales.
Well, of course, she did deplore Bertie’s extravagance; he should not go so often to the races and gamble; he should not entertain fast women. It served him right and was a lesson to him; all the same Mr Gladstone was a very tiresome man.
The Prince and Princess of Wales had returned from the East and had reached Paris. The Queen wrote to them there and when Bertie saw the notepaper heavily edged with black he moaned.
‘Oh dear, will Mama never forget?’ he wailed.
Alix was excited; she was longing to be home to see the dear children. She was again pregnant and expecting another in November. She couldn’t have too many, she told Bertie; she adored them all; but she did wonder how they had fared under the eye of the Queen.
Bertie had further cause for groans when he read his mother’s letter:
‘I fear you have incurred enormous expenses and I don’t think there is a disposition to give you any more money.’
‘How do they expect me to maintain myself in dignity,’ he demanded, ‘when they won’t help me pay for it? Imagine the Prince and Princess of Wales travelling abroad like paupers.’
‘Well, they hardly did that,’ said Alix with a laugh.
And Bertie laughed with her. ‘Disraeli would have been far more sympathetic. Gladstone’s such an old preacher. And they say too that he prowls about the West End at night looking for prostitutes.’
‘Only so that he can take them home to Mrs Gladstone and together they can persuade the poor girls to lead a respectable life.’
‘Ha, ha,’ said Bertie.
‘You’re prejudiced,’ accused Alix.
The fact that the government would not increase his allowance did not worry Bertie greatly. Princes always had debts. It was something governments had to accept.
‘She goes on to say that the boys are little dears and Eddy is quite sensible when she has him alone. She thinks they are a little undisciplined. But none of our boys is going to endure what I did from my father.’
‘The way to bring children up is to make them happy and secure. I know that. I was very fortunate.’
‘Now, you’re not sighing for old Bernstorff and the Yellow Palace, are you? You like Marlborough House? You like Sandringham?’
‘Of course. I’ve been doubly lucky.’
He was pleased. She looked at him rather wistfully, though, and thought that she might have been completely happy if Bertie was not sometimes more eager for the company of others than for her own.
There was great delight in the Wales’ nursery when the parents arrived. The children ran around them shrieking, Eddy pushing Georgie aside so that he could reach his mother first. Alix picked him up and kissed him fervently. She couldn’t help it but Eddy was her favourite, because he was her firstborn, she supposed. Then she picked up Georgie and hugged him just in case he had noticed.
‘Come and look at my bear,’ said Georgie.
‘No!’ cried Eddy. ‘Come and look at my donkey.’
‘I can look at them both,’ said Alix.
‘Papa too,’ demanded Eddy.
‘Papa of course,’ replied Bertie.
One of the footmen had made them each a boat which they could sail in the bath. It was the greatest fun; they could not wait to show their parents.
And Bertie soon had a boy on each knee telling them about his strange adventures at the great Pyramids and how they had looked straight into the face of the Sphinx. They had ridden on camels over the sand and he must draw a camel for them because it was really a strange beast.
Soon he was drawing camels while the boys watched intently.
They should ask the kind footman who had made the boats whether he could make camels for them, said Alix.
The boys leaped about with excitement, so delighted were they to have their parents back, and because they jostled Louise out of the way a little, Bertie promised her that on her next birthday he would take them all to the circus.
‘Will Mama come?’ Georgie wanted to know.
‘We shall all go, the whole family. Perhaps Victoria is too young, but everyone else shall go.’