Sarah looked at Susan interrogatively. ‘I’ll tell you when we’re alone. It’s too fantastic.’


* * *

Susan had repeated every word the King had said not only to Sarah but to the whole of Sarah’s family.

She must go through it all when she returned to Holland House. Lady Caroline questioned her, so did Mr Fox.

‘Now, Susan, are you sure? He said he thought none so fit. Are you sure of that?’

‘Absolutely sure. I remember every word.’

‘And then he took you over to Sarah and said you were to tell her what he had said.’

‘Yes… it all happened exactly as I have explained.’

‘You could have misconstrued.’

‘No, I’m sure I didn’t. It was all so simple… so straightforward… and so fantastic. Of course I haven’t made up anything.’

The Duke of Richmond called at Holland House, and Susan had to repeat the story to him.

There was a long family conference.

‘It is tantamount to a proposal,’ was the verdict.

‘But,’ said the astute Mr Fox, ‘we must have it made in the correct manner – as soon as possible.’


* * *

Lady Sarah was in tears. Lady Susan going to her room found her on her bed, face buried in the pillows.

‘What on earth is wrong?’ cried Susan. ‘I thought you were the heroine of the hour.’

Sarah sat up, dabbing at her eyes. ‘That’s just the point. All this fuss has shown me my true feelings. I love John Newbattle. He’s the one I really want and now that the King has proposed through you I’ll never be allowed to accept him.’

‘You could run away from home and marry him… like your sister did Mr Fox.’

‘It’s a possibility I’ve been thinking of.’

‘Sarah, after the King has expressed his desire to marry you!’

‘What a way to do it. To tell you because he hadn’t the courage to tell me himself.’

‘I think it rather charming,’ said Susan.

‘Because he talked to you? I’ll swear you thought he was proposing to you when he started that rigmarole. Oh, you’re blushing. So you did.’

‘Of course not. It’s not the way Kings propose in any case.’

‘This one did.’

‘You can hardly call it a proposal. He was only saying what he would like, that’s all. Perhaps he has no intention of asking you properly.’

‘Nonsense! He said all that about the coronation. My family are sure he wants to marry me. What they’ve got to do is bring him to the point.’ She sighed. ‘But there is my dear John…’

‘I don’t think he loves you as devotedly as the King does, Sarah.’

‘What nonsense! He adores me. He told me so.’

‘His affection has grown now he knows the King wants to marry you.’

‘Well, why shouldn’t it?’

‘It doesn’t seem the right reason.’

‘It’s not the only reason, idiot. I’ll tell you something. He has written to me.’

‘Who… the King.’

‘No, John. He wants me to meet him in the Park tonight. He has something important to say to me.’

‘You shouldn’t go, Sarah.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Susan! Of course I must go. I have to choose between them, don’t I, and how am I going to do that if I refuse to see them?’

‘The King is considering marrying you and you are going out by night to see another man! You are mad.’

‘And you are very prim, Susan. In any case, I am going.’

‘You have very quickly dried your eyes.’

‘Yes, because I thought they were going to force me to marry George. I have made up my mind that I shall decide. So I am going to meet John tonight in the Park and see what he has to say to me. He has written such a letter. I must show it to you. One moment. It’s in this drawer. No it’s not. Oh, where did I put it? It must be somewhere.’

‘You should be careful where you leave letters like that… particularly as…’

‘“The King is considering marrying you,”’ chanted Sarah. ‘Now, listen, Susan. I am the one who is doing the considering and I am not so sure that it is so wonderful being a Queen after all. There are tiresome duties and levees; there are ministers to receive and horrible visiting royalty. I’ve been thinking that it might be more fun to be a little distant from the throne than actually sitting on it. And it is a matter of whether I prefer gay and amusing John Newbattle to shy George. I think I know, Susan, and tonight I am going to find out.’


* * *

Lord Bute, returned from the country, went at once to Kensington to see the King. A very interesting little matter had arisen during his absence. He had always made sure that he had people situated in the right positions to bring him information; and Mr Fox’s house was a terrain he had not neglected. The news which had been brought to him did not concern that famous politician this time, but it did concern someone who was – temporarily he hoped – of more interest still: Lady Sarah Lennox.

A very interesting piece of news. Lady Sarah was inclined to be haughty and was by no means certain that she intended to accept the King’s proposal. She had another string to her bow – that bold and flirtatious young man, son of the Earl of Ancram and grandson of the Marquis of Lothian – John William Newbattle. It seemed that Madam Sarah was inclined to favour that young man in spite of his reputation for fickleness rather than steady King George.

Interesting, and what was more than interesting was the fact that the young lady had agreed to meet John Newbattle in the grounds of Holland House after dark – surely something no young lady should do, particularly one who had a chance of being Queen.

The letter from John Newbattle had actually been delivered into his hands. He carried it in his pocket now as he rode to Kensington to see the King.

George was delighted to receive his dear friend.

‘It seems you have been long away. I know it is only a few days, but your absences always seem long.’

‘Your Majesty is so gracious to me. I am unable to express the pleasure your kindness gives me. I can only say that you, Sire, cannot be so pleased to see me as I am to see you.’

These expressions of affection over, Bute immediately mentioned the matter which was uppermost in his mind.

‘Sire, I have given great thought to your problem.’

‘Ah, I knew you would. I have been thinking of her since I spoke to Lady Susan… in fact, thinking of nothing else.’

Since he spoke to Lady Susan! Bute knew to what he was referring. Everyone knew what he had said to Lady Susan. The news was fast spreading through the Court and London.

‘Has Your Majesty considered what a marriage of this nature would mean?’

‘I have considered everything.’

‘Of course, the Lady Sarah is a charming girl.’

‘I knew you would think so.’

‘Young… very young. She is not yet seventeen, I believe.’

‘There is no harm in being young, surely.’

‘No harm at all. Of course, it has been the custom for the Kings to marry royal persons.’

‘Sarah is royal. Her great-grandfather was Charles II!’

‘Yes, but through a not very creditable union, shall we say. I mean the people look to their Kings to marry Princesses, usually from abroad.’

‘Germans!’ said George. ‘I do not think the people are really very fond of the Germans.’

‘Still… a Princess.’

‘I see, my dearest friend, you have no real objections to offer. Then I do not see why I should not be formally betrothed to Lady Sarah. If I wish it and she wishes it…’

‘Indeed not,’ said Bute quickly, noting the King’s firmness. He put his hand into his pocket and touched Newbattle’s note. He had been wondering whether to show it to the King and would have preferred not to. It would have been so much better to have been able to persuade him of the folly of this obsession. But he could see that the King was set on marrying the girl, and the King could be a very stubborn young man.

There was no help for it, then.

‘Sire, I have to pass on to you something which may cause you some displeasure. I have been debating within myself whether to withhold it, but I realize that I could not be your true friend if I did so.’

‘What is this?’ asked George, and as always on such occasions his thoughts turned to Hannah. Something had come to light. This thought was always at the back of his mind ready to spring forward at the least alarm.

‘I feel, Sire, that you should be absolutely sure that this lady is worthy of you.’

George was relieved. ‘I am absolutely sure. In fact it is really a question of whether I am worthy of her.’

‘The King of England worthy of a little…’ Bute stopped himself in time. ‘If you can prove she is worthy, then I do not see why we should not fight all the opposition – and it will be considerable – to your union with her.’

‘I knew you would be on my side.’

‘Have I not always been?’

‘Always,’ declared George fervently. ‘But what was making you anxious.’

‘Lady Sarah is in love with someone else.’

George grew pale. ‘I… I can’t believe it.’

‘This note has been brought to me by someone who wishes to serve you.’

‘Note… note? What note?’

‘Here. Read it. It is a love letter and you will see it is from Lord Newbattle to Lady Sarah.’

George’s face was scarlet, his blue eyes more prominent than usual, his jaw slacker as he read.

‘So… he asks her to meet him in Holland Park… tonight! What a scoundrel! What of her reputation?’

‘He would have had encouragement to write such a note.’

‘She… she will not go.’

‘Is your Majesty sure of that?’