He was not in love with her.  Affection, gratitude, the natural reactions to the unqualified devotion of a lively young cousin who was also a queen—­such feelings possessed him, but the ardours of reciprocal passion were not his.  Though he found that he liked Victoria very much, what immediately interested him in his curious position was less her than himself.  Dazzled and delighted, riding, dancing, singing, laughing, amid the splendours of Windsor, he was aware of a new sensation—­the stirrings of ambition in his breast.  His place would indeed be a high, an enviable one!  And then, on the instant, came another thought.  The teaching of religion, the admonitions of Stockmar, his own inmost convictions, all spoke with the same utterance.  He would not be there to please himself, but for a very different purpose—­to do good.  He must be “noble, manly, and princely in all things,” he would have “to live and to sacrifice himself for the benefit of his new country;” to “use his powers and endeavours for a great object—­that of promoting the welfare of multitudes of his fellowmen.”  One serious thought led on to another.  The wealth and the bustle of the English Court might be delightful for the moment, but, after all, it was Coburg that had his heart.  “While I shall be untiring,” he wrote to his grandmother, “in my efforts and labours for the country to which I shall in future belong, and where I am called to so high a position, I shall never cease ein treuer Deutscher, Coburger, Gothaner zu sein.”  And now he must part from Coburg for ever!  Sobered and sad, he sought relief in his brother Ernest’s company; the two young men would shut themselves up together, and, sitting down at the pianoforte, would escape from the present and the future in the sweet familiar gaiety of a Haydn duet.

They returned to Germany; and while Albert, for a few farewell months, enjoyed, for the last time, the happiness of home, Victoria, for the last time, resumed her old life in London and Windsor.  She corresponded daily with her future husband in a mingled flow of German and English; but the accustomed routine reasserted itself; the business and the pleasures of the day would brook no interruption; Lord M. was once more constantly beside her; and the Tories were as intolerable as ever.  Indeed, they were more so.  For now, in these final moments, the old feud burst out with redoubled fury.  The impetuous sovereign found, to her chagrin, that there might be disadvantages in being the declared enemy of one of the great parties in the State.  On two occasions, the Tories directly thwarted her in a matter on which she had set her heart.  She wished her husband’s rank to be axed by statute, and their opposition prevented it.  She wished her husband to receive a settlement from the nation of L50,000 a year; and, again owing to the Tories, he was only allowed L30,000.  It was too bad.  When the question was discussed in Parliament, it had been pointed out that the bulk of the population