Courting Her Highness Part 29

Hill came and stood demurely before her, but there was alarm in the good creature's eyes. "Your Majesty is unwell?"

Anne shook her head. "I am ... disturbed. I think my eyes deceive me. Yours are younger. Read this to me. Begin there."

Abigail read in a clear distinct voice: "... Mr. and Mrs. Morley may see their errors as to this nation ..."

There! She had read it. It was true. Abigail was staring at the Queen with round horrified eyes.

"But, Madam ..."

"It is most uncalled for!" cried the Queen, almost in tears, "the welfare of the nation has been my chief concern since I came to the throne."

"Madam," said Abigail. "I am overcome with shame that a connection of mine could be capable of such ... such falsehood."

"There, Hill. You must not be upset. She has whipped herself to a fury, I suppose. I shall try to forget it."

"And Your Majesty wishes to answer this ... insult."

"No, Hill, I think I shall ignore it."

It was Lord G.o.dolphin who heard the reason for the Queen's silence. She showed him the letter.

"It would seem," said Anne coolly, "that the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough forgets that I am the Queen."

He read the letter and stuttered over it.

"But, Madam," he said, "the word is not nation. It is notion."

"Notion," repeated Anne. "... may see their errors as to this notion ... That is different, of course. But you will agree with me, my lord Treasurer, that the tone of the letter is scarcely that of a subject to her Sovereign."

G.o.dolphin smiled apologetically. "The relations.h.i.+p between Your Majesty and the d.u.c.h.ess has not always been that of Sovereign and subject. I will tell the d.u.c.h.ess of this unfortunate mistake and I doubt not that she will wish to write you an apology."

Anne was pleased, for although this matter of Sunderland was very tiresome indeed she could not bear to be on bad terms with Sarah.

In due course Sarah's "apology" reached the Queen.

"Your Majesty's great indifference and contempt in taking no notice of my last letter, did not so much surprise me as to hear my Lord Treasurer say you had complained much of it, which makes me presume to give you this trouble to repeat what I can be very positive was the aim of the letter and I believe very near the words...."

She then set out more or less what she had written in the previous letter in the same high-handed manner and gave it into G.o.dolphin's hands to deliver.

Anne however still kept her resentment against Sarah and confided to Abigail that she was heartily sick of this matter of Sunderland and the Secretarys.h.i.+p; and G.o.dolphin was obliged to report to Sarah that she was no nearer her goal than she had been when the unfortunate letter writing had begun.

But Sarah was more determined than ever to have her way and she wrote to the Duke and told him that he must write to her and tell her that if the Queen did not make Sunderland Secretary of State he would resign from the Queen's armies.

When Marlborough realized that the Whigs would withdraw their support unless Sunderland received the appointment he was obliged to give his consent; and this letter Sarah sent to the Queen.

It was the ultimatum. Anne needed Marlborough, and she could not endure the thought of Sarah's leaving Court.

She gave way, because there was nothing else to do. But she was resentful.

She sat silently while Abigail poulticed her feet, and when Sarah's name was mentioned her lips hardened, her fan went to her lips and stayed there.

THE MASHAM MARRIAGE.

arley, watching events closely, was not sure how great a victory this was for the Churchills; indeed he was hoping that it might be turned to a defeat. Anne had been shown that she had not a free hand to choose her ministers. It was a blow for her. With the appointment of Sunderland the Tories were now out of the Privy Council; the Whigs were in power and the only Tories who remained in office were Robert Harley and Henry St. John, two men on whom Marlborough and G.o.dolphin had believed they could rely.

Sarah was triumphant. She was more arrogant than ever.

But Abigail was aware of a great confidence which had come to Robert Harley; and she shared in it.

She had told the Queen that Samuel Masham had asked her to marry him and Anne was delighted. She would give the marriage her blessing, which meant a handsome dowry as well; and she did not suggest that Sarah should be told.

That was significant. The relations.h.i.+p between Mrs. Morley and Mrs. Freeman had not been strengthened by Mrs. Freeman's victory.

There seemed no reason why Abigail's marriage should be delayed any longer. Samuel was eager for it and Abigail was willing.

Dr. Arbuthnot, the Queen's Scottish doctor, who had learned to admire and respect Abigail during their encounters in the sick room, was interested in the couple.

"I would not care," he had said, "to see Your Majesty bereft of Mrs. Hill. This is a marriage after my own heart, for the bride's home will still be in Your Majesty's bedchamber."

"I am pleased too," agreed Anne, "for I could not do without Hill. And it is a great pleasure to me to see her happy. I have had the best husband in the world and my marriage would have been completely happy if it had been ... fruitful."

"Well we'll hope that Mrs. Hill enjoys both the felicity and the fruit, Madam."

"I shall pray that she does."

"And when is the ceremony to take place, Madam?"

"You must consult Hill about that, Dr. Arbuthnot," said the Queen benignly.

So the doctor did. It was difficult, Abigail explained. She could scarcely expect to be married in the royal apartments, and she was anxious for the marriage to remain something of a secret for a time. She and Samuel wanted no hindrances.

Dr. Arbuthnot nodded. Like Abigail he was thinking of the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough. She had no right to interfere with Abigail's marriage, but she was not one to look for a right before interfering.

This matter of Sunderland had in Arbuthnot's opinion not helped the Queen's health. He had said to his wife: "The more we keep that woman from the Court the better for Her Majesty."

"Mrs. Arbuthnot would take it an honour if you were wedded in our apartment," he said.

Abigail's plain face was alight with pleasure.

"Oh, doctor, that is kind of you and Mrs. Arbuthnot!"

"Get away with ye," said the doctor. "We'll be glad to do a turn for you."

When Abigail went back to the Queen, Anne noticed that she was looking pleased and Abigail told her of Dr. Arbuthnot's suggestion.

"He is a good man," said Anne. "I am pleased. Sit down, Hill. Oh dear, I shall have to learn to call you Masham. I shall come to the wedding to give you my blessing, my dear."

Abigail took the swollen hand and kissed it.

"How can I ever thank Your Majesty."

"Hill, I have much for which to thank you. You are a comfort to me ... a very great comfort."

There was silence for a few moments then Abigail said: "Madam, Masham and I thought that it might be better to keep our marriage a secret for a while. There might be some who, in the first place, might try to prevent it and, in the second, might grow angry because permission had not been asked. Have I your Majesty's permission to avoid this ... this inconvenience?"

Anne's lips tightened for a moment. Abigail without looking at her was aware of this and knew that she was thinking of the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough who had so recently scored the victory of Sunderland-at least she thought it was a victory.

"I think it is good, Hill, always to avoid inconvenience when possible."

The matter was settled.

Abigail Hill was to be married to Samuel Masham in the apartments of Dr. Arbuthnot. The Queen would be present-but the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough should be kept in ignorance of the event.

Mrs. Danvers had been feeling unwell for a long time, and one morning she awoke and said to herself: "I believe I am dying."

She rose from her bed and tottered to her mirror. Her face looked yellow. Of course she was getting old. She had come to the Queen when Anne was a young girl and had been with her all through the reigns of Charles II, James II, William and Mary, and now Anne's own. Not that they were long reigns, but still they represented a number of years.

Life had been interesting, living close to great events; perquisites had been rewarding-at least they had until Her Grace of Marlborough had become so watchful of the wardrobe.

And today Her Grace might be coming to visit her, on the invitation of Mrs. Danvers herself. On the other hand she might not come, for the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough could ignore what was almost a summons from one in Mrs. Danvers' position.

"Lord," thought Mrs. Danvers, "I'd never dared have asked her but for the child."

The child was her daughter-not such a child either, for she was old enough to have a place in the Queen's bedchamber. Of course she could have asked the Queen herself and been sure of a sympathetic hearing; but over the last years it had become a habit only to ask favours of the Queen through the d.u.c.h.ess. For if the Queen granted a favour and the d.u.c.h.ess thought it should not have been granted, she would find some means to prevent the benefit being bestowed.

All those about the Queen had long ago realized that it was the d.u.c.h.ess who ruled.

Nothing could change that, Mrs. Danvers told herself, nothing at all. That was why, in spite of the d.u.c.h.ess's overbearing manner one continued to placate her, and realized that it was necessary to serve her.

Lately there had been a change in the immediate royal circle. The Queen was clearly growing more and more incapacitated; but she did not seem to fret for the d.u.c.h.ess's company as she once did. It was always: "Hill! Hill! Where is Hill?"

One would have thought that Hill had been the servant who had been with her since she was a child, by the confidence she put into that young woman!

Danvers did not like Hill. Hill was calm, never lost her temper, never answered back; but Mrs. Danvers was convinced that Hill was "deep." When the d.u.c.h.ess was angry the whole Court knew it; she was frank and open, as she was fond of saying. With Hill it was another matter.

One had to beware of Hill. Everyone should beware of Hill. Perhaps even the d.u.c.h.ess.

Mrs. Danvers had been turning over in her mind for some time how to approach this matter, how to explain why she, the humble Danvers, had dared ask the mighty d.u.c.h.ess to visit her. She could not say: "I want you to look after my daughter when I am gone." But she could say: "I think I should warn Your Grace that something strange is going on between the Queen and Abigail Hill."

She dressed slowly and rested, for the Queen had given her leave of absence from her duties and as she lay on her bed she rehea.r.s.ed what she would say if and when the d.u.c.h.ess arrived.

Sarah came to the Castle from the Lodge. She intended to see the Queen over the matter of a certain Mrs. Vain for whom she wanted a place in the bedchamber.

The Queen had been piqued since the affair of Sunderland, but Sarah had made up her mind that she would not allow such nonsense to persist. There was no need for Anne to sulk because Sarah and her ministers had made her see that her duty to the country came before personal prejudice.

It was for this reason doubtless that she had refused the appointment to Mrs. Vain. G.o.dolphin had asked for it and Marl was in favour of it. The woman would be a friend to them and G.o.dolphin and Marlborough believed they needed more friends in the bedchamber.

"I have installed Hill there," she had told them. "Hill will never forget what I have done for her."

"Hill is too dull and too servile. She scarcely sees anything," was G.o.dolphin's answer.

"No, but she is often with the Queen and I fancy no one would dare speak against me in Hill's hearing knowing her to be my woman and that I should certainly be told."

"All the same it would be good to have Mrs. Vain there."

"I will speak to her this very day," Sarah promised.

She scarcely waited to greet the Queen before she brought up the matter of Mrs. Vain.

"Such an excellent woman, Mrs. Morley. I can vouch for her. I know that she would give you good service."

"I am sure anyone recommended by Mrs. Freeman would be excellent."

"Then I shall send her to you without delay."

"But," said Anne, "I do not want a bedchamber woman."

"Mrs. Vain is a most agreeable creature."

"I am sure she is all that Mrs. Freeman says she is."

"Danvers has not been looking well lately."

"Poor Danvers, I fear she is getting old."

"She should be sent away for a holiday. With Mrs. Vain in attendance she would not be missed."

"We could manage very well without Danvers for a while."

"There would be no need to manage. With Mrs. Vain ..."

"But I do not want a bedchamber woman," said Anne. "And when I have one, she will not be a married woman."

"My dear Mrs. Morley must take greater care of her health."

"I am very well served and Mrs. Freeman need have no fears on that account."

"But with Danvers' health failing ..."

"Hill and the others manage very well."