the last time?  Lord M. came; and it is a curious fact that, even in this crowning moment of misery and agitation, the precise girl noted, to the minute, the exact time of the arrival and the departure of her beloved Minister.  The conversation was touching and prolonged; but it could only end in one way—­the Queen must send for the Duke of Wellington.  When, next morning, the Duke came, he advised her Majesty to send for Sir Robert Peel.  She was in “a state of dreadful grief,” but she swallowed down her tears, and braced herself, with royal resolution, for the odious, odious interview.

Peel was by nature reserved, proud, and shy.  His manners were not perfect, and he knew it; he was easily embarrassed, and, at such moments, he grew even more stiff and formal than before, while his feet mechanically performed upon the carpet a dancing-master’s measure.  Anxious as he now was to win the Queen’s good graces, his very anxiety to do so made the attainment of his object the more difficult.  He entirely failed to make any headway whatever with the haughty hostile girl before him.  She coldly noted that he appeared to be unhappy and “put out,” and, while he stood in painful fixity, with an occasional uneasy pointing of the toe, her heart sank within her at the sight of that manner, “Oh! how different, how dreadfully different, to the frank, open, natural, and most kind warm manner of Lord Melbourne.”  Nevertheless, the audience passed without disaster.  Only at one point had there been some slight hint of a disagreement.  Peel had decided that a change would be necessary in the composition of the royal Household:  the Queen must no longer be entirely surrounded by the wives and sisters of his opponents; some, at any rate, of the Ladies of the Bedchamber should be friendly to his Government.  When this matter was touched upon, the Queen had intimated that she wished her Household to remain unchanged; to which Sir Robert had replied that the question could be settled later, and shortly afterwards withdrew to arrange the details of his Cabinet.  While he was present, Victoria had remained, as she herself said, “very much collected, civil and high, and betrayed no agitation;” but as soon as she was alone she completely broke down.  Then she pulled herself together to write to Lord Melbourne an account of all that had happened, and of her own wretchedness.  “She feels,” she said, “Lord Melbourne will understand it, amongst enemies to those she most relied on and most esteemed; but what is worst of all is the being deprived of seeing Lord Melbourne as she used to do.”

Lord Melbourne replied with a very wise letter.  He attempted to calm the Queen and to induce her to accept the new position gracefully; and he had nothing but good words for the Tory leaders.  As for the question of the Ladies of the Household, the Queen, he said, should strongly urge what she desired, as it was a matter which concerned her personally, “but,” he added, “if Sir Robert is unable to concede