But there was no sense in publicizing Hannah’s crime.

No one should know of what he had discovered but himself, Lydia and Mary.


* * *

Mr Wheeler sent for his wife and sister, and when they arrived he shut the door of his sitting-room and bade them be seated.

‘I have made a terrible discovery,’ he said. ‘We have a sinful woman under this roof.’

Mary’s heart began to leap about in the most uncomfortable manner. Hannah! she thought. What has she done? She is with child. That is why we have seen this change in her lately. This is the end. We shall be turned away.

Lydia was equally alarmed. ‘Pray tell us, Henry,’ she said.

‘It is Hannah. She has a lover.’

Mary moaned softly, and Lydia put her hand to her mouth and cried: ‘No. No.’

‘It is true,’ said Mr Wheeler. ‘She leaves this place in a closed carriage with that wanton Jane who has no doubt led her into this. She goes to a house in the Haymarket to meet her lover.’

‘This is terrible,’ cried Mary. ‘I could wish to die of shame.’

Lydia said: ‘They must be married. It is the only way to rectify the wrong.’

Mr Wheeler’s lips twisted into a grim smile. ‘Marriage is impossible.’

‘A married man…’ whispered Mary.

‘Unmarried.’

‘Then…’

‘His position prevents his marrying Hannah.’

‘Hannah can read and write,’ said Mary almost indignantly. ‘She is so very beautiful. What man considers himself too good for her?’

‘The Prince of Wales, Mary.’

There was a deep silence in the room; then Mary whispered: ‘The Prince of Wales!’ And there was a note of reverence in her voice.

‘The sin does not grow less because of the exalted position of one of the sinful,’ said Mr Wheeler sternly. ‘All men are equal in God’s eyes.’

‘Amen,’ said Lydia.

‘Amen,’ echoed Mary.

‘This has caused me the gravest concern,’ went on Mr Wheeler, ‘and I see only one way out of it. Hannah must be married without delay…to Isaac Axford.’

‘The dowry…’ began Lydia.

‘That is not my least concern, but I must find it. I must satisfy Mr Axford. For of one thing I am certain. There must be no delay.’

There was silence in the room; then Mary began to weep quietly.

‘That I should bring this disgrace to thee, brother, who hast put the bread in our mouths and the roof over our heads…’

Mr Wheeler said softly: ‘Everything is in God’s hands, Mary. Let us pray for His guidance.’

They knelt there in the sitting-room, while above them Hannah, unaware of what was being decided, sat at her window singing softly under her breath and looked out on the sights of the Market.


* * *

It was hardly likely that George could keep his secret. He had said nothing of the wonderful thing which had happened to him but his looks betrayed him, and it was very clear to such an observant man as Lord Bute that something had changed George and he guessed that it was a woman.

He was hurt that George had not confided in him; he was alarmed too, for his hold on the young Prince was obviously not as firm as he had believed it to be. It was imperative that Bute did not lose his influence with the Prince. His whole future depended on it. Augusta was his, and he would continue in her favour; he was sure of that. But Augusta was, after all, only the boy’s mother; and her power rested on her ability to keep her influence over him. There was one way of losing it; and that would undoubtedly be through a woman. If George transferred his affections to a mistress and if she were a woman of strong opinions, Bute and Augusta could be powerless. And George was just the kind to become completely enamoured of a clever woman.

Bute therefore set out to discover who it was who, had wrought this change in George.

It was not long before he heard of the closed carriage which arrived at the house in the Haymarket; he had even caught a glimpse of the occupants of the closed carriage. Two women – one obviously a servant, the other a woman of outstanding beauty; and a woman too, not a girl. That was the alarming part. There was a serenity about her which suggested intelligence. Such a woman could completely command George.

There was not a moment to lose. When he told Augusta what he had discovered she could not believe him. George, her little George to so deceive her!

‘He is a man, my dearest. We forget that.’

‘But my George… such a baby! He has never looked at women.’

‘He may have done so when you were not present, my love. In any case, he has looked at this one, and more than looked, I’ll swear. He would not need to hire rooms in the Haymarket just to look. I have found out that he commanded Elizabeth Chudleigh to engage those rooms for him.’

‘Elizabeth Chudleigh! That girl…she is too saucy.’

‘But a woman of the world, surely. It may be that she knows something of this affair.’

‘That’s more than likely. Shall I send for her, John, and question her?’

‘We will question her together.’

When Elizabeth was summoned to the Princess’s presence and heard what she wished to talk about, she believed her dismissal was near. She tried to feel philosophical, but she was alarmed. It would be dreary if she were banished from Court; and perhaps old George would have nothing to offer her. She would go to him, though, with a tale of Bute and the Princess which would amuse him, although, of course, the old hypocrite would pretend to be shocked. But the King disliked Bute heartily, and she would trust to her luck and she would come through.

‘You engaged rooms for the Prince of Wales in the Haymarket,’ said the Princess. ‘I wonder why?’

‘Because, Your Highness, the Prince commanded me to do so.’

‘And you knew of his… er… friendship with a young Quaker woman.’

‘I did, Your Highness.’

‘And you thought it incumbent on you to find the Prince rooms for this purpose.’

‘I thought it incumbent, Madam, to obey the orders of the Prince of Wales.’

‘H’m,’ said the Princess. ‘And here is a pretty state of affairs!’

‘Your Highness is a fond mother and attaches too much importance to a perfectly natural affair, perhaps.’

‘I shall be the best judge of that, Miss Chudleigh. The Prince is very young to indulge in such adventures. I am displeased that you should have aided him in this matter. Tell me what you know of this young woman.’

‘That she is very virtuous, Madam. She is a Quaker.’ She was smiling appealingly from Bute to the Princess. ‘I am sure Your Highness and you, my lord, will understand…’

‘Miss Chudleigh,’ said Lord Bute, ‘can you see any way of extracting the Prince from this delicate situation? If you can, I should advise you to tell the Princess of it.’

Oh, thought Elizabeth. Conditions! Help us or… dismissal. Could she rely on old George?

‘Miss Lightfoot is of a very respectable family. Quakers, Your Highness. And Quakers marry with their own kind. There is a young man who has been chosen for Miss Lightfoot. A grocer… More suitable than the Prince of Wales… but…’

‘Miss Chudleigh,’ said the Princess severely.

But Lord Bute put in: ‘You mean the young woman’s family are arranging a marriage for her with this grocer?’

‘I think he would need a considerable dowry… considerable to a grocer, my lord, but a bagatelle to Her Highness and your lordship… if he were to be hurried into marriage.’

‘Hurried into marriage!’ cried the Princess.

‘The young lady’s new husband would scarcely allow her to visit a young gentleman… even the Prince of Wales, Madam.’

‘Miss Chudleigh,’ said Lord Bute quickly, ‘it might well be that you could be of service in this matter. If you were, I am sure Her Highness would overlook your fault in helping the Prince to find this lodging in the Haymarket.’

‘I should be honoured to be of the smallest service to Her Highness,’ murmured Elizabeth.


* * *

Mr Wheeler was not altogether surprised when he received a visit from an unknown gentleman who told him that he had a matter of considerable importance to discuss with him.

As soon as Mr Wheeler ushered him into his private sitting-room he whispered that he came from my Lord Bute, of whose position at Court Mr Wheeler was doubtless aware. Perhaps Mr Wheeler could guess on what mission he came.

Mr Wheeler solemnly declared that he was aware of certain trouble which connected his household with the Court.

‘Your niece, Mr Wheeler, is a very beautiful young woman, and these things will happen. Our desire is to repair any damage as quickly and with as little noise as possible. I am assured that you will wish the same.’

‘It is my heartfelt wish.’

‘You are in a position to arrange the immediate marriage of your niece with a young and respectable grocer, I believe.’

‘Perhaps not immediate,’ replied Wheeler. ‘This matter has been broached between our families and Mr Axford is naturally asking a dowry for his son’s bride. Hannah is my niece and has been brought up in my house, but I have daughters of my own for whom I must provide in due course.’

‘My dear sir, it is precisely on this account that I am here now. It is the desire of everyone who wishes that your niece be happily placed in life to see her married to this worthy young man. I am here to offer him a dowry on your daughter’s behalf of five hundred pounds. Do you think that he would be persuaded to agree to an immediate marriage? That, I must insist, is part of the bargain.’

‘Five hundred pounds!’ cried Mr Wheeler. ‘I am sure there will be no difficulty.’