of frankness and reticence, of childishness and pride, seemed to augur a future that was perplexed and full of dangers.  As time passed the less pleasant qualities in this curious composition revealed themselves more often and more seriously.  There were signs of an imperious, a peremptory temper, an egotism that was strong and hard.  It was noticed that the palace etiquette, far from relaxing, grew ever more and more inflexible.  By some, this was attributed to Lehzen’s influence; but, if that was so, Lehzen had a willing pupil; for the slightest infringements of the freezing rules of regularity and deference were invariably and immediately visited by the sharp and haughty glances of the Queen.  Yet Her Majesty’s eyes, crushing as they could be, were less crushing than her mouth.  The self-will depicted in those small projecting teeth and that small receding chin was of a more dismaying kind than that which a powerful jaw betokens; it was a self—­will imperturbable, impenetrable, unintelligent; a self-will dangerously akin to obstinacy.  And the obstinacy of monarchs is not as that of other men.

Within two years of her accession, the storm-clouds which, from the first, had been dimly visible on the horizon, gathered and burst.  Victoria’s relations with her mother had not improved.  The Duchess of Kent, still surrounded by all the galling appearances of filial consideration, remained in Buckingham Palace a discarded figure, powerless and inconsolable.  Sir John Conroy, banished from the presence of the Queen, still presided over the Duchess’s household, and the hostilities of Kensington continued unabated in the new surroundings.  Lady Flora Hastings still cracked her malicious jokes; the animosity of the Baroness was still unappeased.  One day, Lady Flora found the joke was turned against her.  Early in 1839, travelling in the suite of the Duchess, she had returned from Scotland in the same carriage with Sir John.  A change in her figure became the subject of an unseemly jest; tongues wagged; and the jest grew serious.  It was whispered that Lady Flora was with child.  The state of her health seemed to confirm the suspicion; she consulted Sir James Clark, the royal physician, and, after the consultation, Sir James let his tongue wag, too.  On this, the scandal flared up sky-high.  Everyone was talking; the Baroness was not surprised; the Duchess rallied tumultuously to the support of her lady; the Queen was informed.  At last the extraordinary expedient of a medical examination was resorted to, during which Sir James, according to Lady Flora, behaved with brutal rudeness, while a second doctor was extremely polite.  Finally, both physicians signed a certificate entirely exculpating the lady.  But this was by no means the end of the business.  The Hastings family, socially a very powerful one, threw itself into the fray with all the fury of outraged pride and injured innocence; Lord Hastings insisted upon an audience of the Queen, wrote to the papers, and demanded the