woman.’
‘Bring your suggestions to me, Newcastle. Talk vith your council. Then ven you have them I’ll acquaint the Princess vith the names of the Prince’s new tutors.’
When Newcastle left the King the Duke was congratulating himself.
Very soon he would have the Prince surrounded by those whom he could trust to support him. If the King should die suddenly, the new King must have been imbued with the right ideas, which meant that he must have been brought up to respect the excellence of the Duke of Newcastle.
*
George was disturbed by the changes in his household. Dr Ayscough had been dismissed and his place taken by Dr Hayter,Bishop of Norwich. He did not dislike Hayter whom he considered sensible; he was the illegitimate son of the Archbishop of York, a very merry man, who enjoyed the company of women and did not allow his calling to interfere with his pleasure. George knew nothing of this; he would have been horrified if he had. Not that he knew much of the world; he was an idealist and was innocent enough to believe that his grandfather’s Court was full of people with similar ideas.
Lord Harcourt had taken the place of Lord North whom Frederick had appointed shortly before his death; he was proficient in little except hunting and drinking – neither of which accomplishments were of much use to the young Prince nor of any great interest to him. His sub-governor was Andrew Stone, a brother of the Archbishop of Armagh; and George Scott remained as sub-Preceptor.
The Princess resented these changes and George was aware of her dissatisfaction as he struggled manfully to learn but without much success.
Augusta expressed her disquiet to Bubb Dodington who was constantly in attendance on her.
‘They teach him nothing,’ she declared.
And Bubb did not suggest for one moment that the Prince’s ignorance might in some measure be due to his inability to learn.
‘Oh, the difficulties of bringing up a Prince without a husband to help one I’ she sighed.
But even as she spoke she was conscious of warm satisfaction. She was not so desolate as she liked people to think.
She had her friends. And there was one …
Their relationship had progressed since the death of Frederick, as indeed it was natural that it should.
He was discreet but purposeful; and she had no wish that he should be otherwise. From the first moment he had entered that tent on a certain rainy day she had never wished him to be any different from what he was.
When she had been mourning for Fred, on that first day when she was stunned by the terrible shock and had not yet begun to realize all it implied, she had been conscious of him close to her.
He had waited for her to recover a little, only betraying by atouch of the hand, the softest caress, the meaningful glance that he was standing by waiting.
And then as the days passed he had become a little more daring, taking those little steps nearer and nearer towards complete intimacy – a state neither of them would have considered while the Prince lived. Fred might have his mistresses, but a Princess was different. She had been solely Fred’s wife until the end; even now she was carrying his child.
When that was born… then she would consider herself free.
Bute knew it even as she did. There was in the air a delicious awareness of the future. This little bridge to be crossed to… paradise.
So she allowed herself to be angry with George’s new tutors, knowing that very soon there would be one who not only would be closer to her than the husband she had lost but would also be guide and father to her son.
*
Four months after the death of Frederick, Augusta’s child was born; it was a daughter and she named her Caroline Matilda. As Augusta lay in bed, the child beside her, she reflected that this was the end of a phase; and in some measure it was like stepping out of captivity. Already in the last four months she had begun to feel alive as never before. She was a person of
‘Bring your suggestions to me, Newcastle. Talk vith your council. Then ven you have them I’ll acquaint the Princess vith the names of the Prince’s new tutors.’
When Newcastle left the King the Duke was congratulating himself.
Very soon he would have the Prince surrounded by those whom he could trust to support him. If the King should die suddenly, the new King must have been imbued with the right ideas, which meant that he must have been brought up to respect the excellence of the Duke of Newcastle.
*
George was disturbed by the changes in his household. Dr Ayscough had been dismissed and his place taken by Dr Hayter,Bishop of Norwich. He did not dislike Hayter whom he considered sensible; he was the illegitimate son of the Archbishop of York, a very merry man, who enjoyed the company of women and did not allow his calling to interfere with his pleasure. George knew nothing of this; he would have been horrified if he had. Not that he knew much of the world; he was an idealist and was innocent enough to believe that his grandfather’s Court was full of people with similar ideas.
Lord Harcourt had taken the place of Lord North whom Frederick had appointed shortly before his death; he was proficient in little except hunting and drinking – neither of which accomplishments were of much use to the young Prince nor of any great interest to him. His sub-governor was Andrew Stone, a brother of the Archbishop of Armagh; and George Scott remained as sub-Preceptor.
The Princess resented these changes and George was aware of her dissatisfaction as he struggled manfully to learn but without much success.
Augusta expressed her disquiet to Bubb Dodington who was constantly in attendance on her.
‘They teach him nothing,’ she declared.
And Bubb did not suggest for one moment that the Prince’s ignorance might in some measure be due to his inability to learn.
‘Oh, the difficulties of bringing up a Prince without a husband to help one I’ she sighed.
But even as she spoke she was conscious of warm satisfaction. She was not so desolate as she liked people to think.
She had her friends. And there was one …
Their relationship had progressed since the death of Frederick, as indeed it was natural that it should.
He was discreet but purposeful; and she had no wish that he should be otherwise. From the first moment he had entered that tent on a certain rainy day she had never wished him to be any different from what he was.
When she had been mourning for Fred, on that first day when she was stunned by the terrible shock and had not yet begun to realize all it implied, she had been conscious of him close to her.
He had waited for her to recover a little, only betraying by atouch of the hand, the softest caress, the meaningful glance that he was standing by waiting.
And then as the days passed he had become a little more daring, taking those little steps nearer and nearer towards complete intimacy – a state neither of them would have considered while the Prince lived. Fred might have his mistresses, but a Princess was different. She had been solely Fred’s wife until the end; even now she was carrying his child.
When that was born… then she would consider herself free.
Bute knew it even as she did. There was in the air a delicious awareness of the future. This little bridge to be crossed to… paradise.
So she allowed herself to be angry with George’s new tutors, knowing that very soon there would be one who not only would be closer to her than the husband she had lost but would also be guide and father to her son.
*
Four months after the death of Frederick, Augusta’s child was born; it was a daughter and she named her Caroline Matilda. As Augusta lay in bed, the child beside her, she reflected that this was the end of a phase; and in some measure it was like stepping out of captivity. Already in the last four months she had begun to feel alive as never before. She was a person of
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