Queen Victoria eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 326 pages of information about Queen Victoria.

Queen Victoria eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 326 pages of information about Queen Victoria.
he persuaded the Queen to write an affectionate letter to her mother.  The way seemed open for a reconciliation, but the Duchess was stormy still.  She didn’t believe that Victoria had written that letter; it was not in her handwriting; and she sent for the Duke to tell him so.  The Duke, assuring her that the letter was genuine, begged her to forget the past.  But that was not so easy.  “What am I to do if Lord Melbourne comes up to me?” “Do, ma’am?  Why, receive him with civility.”  Well, she would make an effort...  “But what am I to do if Victoria asks me to shake hands with Lehzen?” “Do, ma’am?  Why, take her in your arms and kiss her.”  “What!” The Duchess bristled in every feather, and then she burst into a hearty laugh.  “No, ma’am, no,” said the Duke, laughing too.  “I don’t mean you are to take Lehzen in your arms and kiss her, but the Queen.”  The Duke might perhaps have succeeded, had not all attempts at conciliation been rendered hopeless by a tragical event.  Lady Flora, it was discovered, had been suffering from a terrible internal malady, which now grew rapidly worse.  There could be little doubt that she was dying.  The Queen’s unpopularity reached an extraordinary height.  More than once she was publicly insulted.  “Mrs. Melbourne,” was shouted at her when she appeared at her balcony; and, at Ascot, she was hissed by the Duchess of Montrose and Lady Sarah Ingestre as she passed.  Lady Flora died.  The whole scandal burst out again with redoubled vehemence; while, in the Palace, the two parties were henceforth divided by an impassable, a Stygian, gulf.

Nevertheless, Lord M. was back, and every trouble faded under the enchantment of his presence and his conversation.  He, on his side, had gone through much; and his distresses were intensified by a consciousness of his own shortcomings.  He realised clearly enough that, if he had intervened at the right moment, the Hastings scandal might have been averted; and, in the bedchamber crisis, he knew that he had allowed his judgment to be overruled and his conduct to be swayed by private feelings and the impetuosity of Victoria.  But he was not one to suffer too acutely from the pangs of conscience.  In spite of the dullness and the formality of the Court, his relationship with the Queen had come to be the dominating interest in his life; to have been deprived of it would have been heartrending; that dread eventuality had been—­somehow—­avoided; he was installed once more, in a kind of triumph; let him enjoy the fleeting hours to the full!  And so, cherished by the favour of a sovereign and warmed by the adoration of a girl, the autumn rose, in those autumn months of 1839, came to a wondrous blooming.  The petals expanded, beautifully, for the last time.  For the last time in this unlooked—­for, this incongruous, this almost incredible intercourse, the old epicure tasted the exquisiteness of romance.  To watch, to teach, to restrain, to encourage the royal young creature beside him—­that was much;

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