Queen Victoria: A Personal History. Christopher Hibbert

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СКАЧАТЬ for all his faults, the Duke was capable of affection and this affection had been returned not only by Mme de St Laurent but also by Princess Charlotte, whose favourite uncle he had been, and by Mrs Maria Fitzherbert, the Roman Catholic widow whom the Prince Regent had illegally married and with whom the Duke conducted a correspondence of easy and intimate friendship. For nearly thirty years the Duke had lived contentedly with Mme de St Laurent, and he did what he could to soften the blow when he declared that duty to his family forced him to send her away to live in Paris with her sister. ‘You may well imagine, Mr Creevey, the pang it will occasion me to part with her,’ he said to the Whig politician. ‘I protest I don’t know what is to become of her…But before anything is proceeded with in this matter, I shall hope and expect to see justice done to her by the Nation and the Ministers…Her disinterestedness has been equal to her fidelity.’⁵ He saw to it that she was provided with a generous allowance – which before long was much reduced – and he asked friends to go and see her to ensure that she was comfortable in Paris where she lived as the Comtesse de Montgenet, a courtesy title granted to her by King Louis XVIII. ‘Our unexpected separation arose from the imperative duty I owed to obey the call of my family and Country to marry,’ the Duke explained, ‘and not from the least diminution in an attachment which had stood the test of 28 years and which, but for that circumstance’ would have been kept up until one or other of them died.⁶ He later thanked Creevey and his wife for their kind attentions to the ‘dear Countess’ and earnestly asked him to give him his ‘opinion of her health, her looks and her spirits very particularly’.

      The Duke at this time was forty-nine years old. He was tall and fat and stately in a ponderous way, with luxuriant whiskers dyed dark brown and a head without much hair. His breath smelled of garlic and his clothes of tobacco. He was attentive to women and very polite. He had the fleshy lips and rather protuberant eyes of the Hanoverians but he was handsome enough and carried himself like the soldier he was proud to have been.

      He was of most regular habits, getting up at five o’clock, even earlier than his father, and eating and drinking sparingly. He had good reason to suppose that, if he found a suitable wife, he would soon be the father of children as healthy as he was himself. Already, before Princess Charlotte’s death, he had begun the search for a wife, in the hope that Parliament would grant him a decent allowance to support one in the same way that his brother, the Regent, had been helped financially upon his disastrous marriage to Princess Caroline of Brunswick. Edward considered that the £25,000 a year settled upon the Duke of York after his marriage ought ‘to be considered the precedent’.⁷ Having borrowed £1,000 from the Tsar for the cost of his journey, he had travelled to Germany to inspect the Tsarina’s sister, Princess Katherine Amelia of Baden, but he had not liked the look of the ‘old maiden’ of forty-one whom he had found at Darmstadt; and his thoughts had later turned to Princess Victoire – sister of Prince Leopold of Saxe-Coburg, who had married the Regent’s daughter, Princess Charlotte.

      The Regent had been against the marriage of his daughter to Prince Leopold at first. He had conceded that Leopold was a good-looking, gifted fellow, charming in a rather solemn kind of way, and that he would probably treat Charlotte well. But there was something in the ingratiating suavity of his manner which was decidedly distasteful, and the ponderousness of his cautious approach to life was rather irritating. Adept at choosing nicknames, the Regent called him ‘le Marquis peu à peu’.⁸ The less inventive Lord Frederick FitzClarence dismissed him as a ‘damned humbug’;⁹ and Princess Lieven, the Russian Ambassador’s wife, found him ‘wearing and…with his slow speech and bad reasoning, a jesuit and a bore’.¹⁰ He had his supporters and admirers, however. Lady Ilchester, for example, told a friend that he was ‘enchanting as far as appearance and manner’ were concerned. He was ‘like an Englishman in all but the ease, elegance and deference of his manners’.¹¹ Having discouraged the match, the Regent had learned with annoyance that his brother, the Duke of Kent, was promoting it and allowing correspondence between the young couple to pass through his hands.

      Princess Charlotte herself had not at first been much taken with her suitor, ‘Prince Humbug’. If she were to marry him, she had said, it would be ‘with the most calm and perfect indifference’.¹² But, as she had grown to know him better, she had fallen in love with him. He was, she decided, ‘the only being in the world who would have suited me and who could have made me happy and a good woman’.¹³ He, in turn, had been devoted to her; their short marriage spent mostly at Claremont Park, the handsome house built in 1771 for the first Lord Clive and bought for them on the outskirts of Esher, had been a very happy one, and Leopold had been distraught by her death, kneeling by her bed and kissing her lifeless hands for over an hour. He had not, however, been too upset to write to his sister at Amorbach, urging her to give an encouraging answer to the proposal of marriage which she had received from the Duke of Kent.

      This proposal, conveyed precipitately in an extremely long letter soon after the Duke’s arrival at Amorbach, had not at first been favourably received. Although she was only thirty-one, Princess Victoire had been married before to the grumpy, gouty Prince of Leiningen and had two children by him, Prince Charles, who was eleven years old, and Princess Feodora, aged ten; she was concerned about these children’s future, about her son’s succession, as well as by warnings about the Duke from certain members of her late husband’s court. Besides, she had no wish to give up her independence, having been married at seventeen and not having enjoyed the experience much. But gradually the Dowager Princess was induced to change her mind. She spoke no English and was slow to learn it: later in England she was to have her speeches written out for her phonetically – ‘Ei hoeve tu regrétt, biing aes yiett so littl cônversent in thie Inglisch, lenguetsch, uitsch obleitshes miy tu seh, in averi fiu words, theat ei em möhst grêtful for yor congratuleschen’¹⁴ – but she was assured she would be well received in England where her brother, Prince Leopold, had made himself well liked since his wife’s death.

       2 THE PARENTS

      ‘Look at her well, for she will be Queen of England.’

      

      THE DUKE AND THE DOWAGER PRINCESS were married in the Schloss Ehrenburg, Coburg on the evening of 29 May 1818. The Princess’s mother, the Dowager Duchess of Coburg, led them to their bedroom where she saw them the next morning ‘sitting together in friendly intimacy’.¹ Soon afterwards they left for their honeymoon at Claremont Park, which had been lent to them by Prince Leopold who continued to hold the house as tenant for life in addition to his enjoyment of the use of Marlborough House in London and the remarkably generous allowance of £50,000 which the Government provided for him.

      The marriage of the Duke and Duchess of Kent continued, as it had begun, in harmony. The Duchess was rather stout and no great beauty, but she was warm-hearted and affectionate and, in need of guidance and self-assurance, was ready to depend upon her much older husband in a manner that appealed to him. To the letter which the Princess had written to the Duke accepting his proposal, he had replied that he was ‘nothing more than a soldier, 50 years old and after 32 years service not very fitted to captivate the heart of a young and charming Princess who is years younger’; but that he would care for her with tenderness and affection so that she might forget the difference СКАЧАТЬ