I felt sick with the horror of it all.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day that I saw William. He came along to my apartments and when I saw him I was so overcome with anger and emotion that I could not consider my words with care and they came rushing forth unchecked.

I said: “I know now that you have mistress. I am shocked and amazed. You ... who have pretended to be so virtuous ... when all the time you are creeping up the back stairs to Elizabeth Villiers’s apartments. Pray do not attempt to deny it. I have watched you. I have seen you.”

He held up a hand to stop my outburst, but his expression had changed, his lips had tightened and an unusual color had risen to his face.

“What are you saying?” he demanded.

“I should have thought it was clear. You have a mistress. She is Elizabeth Villiers. It is not recent. It has been going on for a long time. That is the reason why she gives herself airs. Anyone would think she were my mistress as well as yours.”

“You are hysterical,” he said.

“And you are unfaithful. You have posed as a man of great virtue ... and delicacy ... without human weaknesses . . .”

“I have posed as no one that I am not,” he said. “If you have built up an image of me, that is your doing in your lack of reasoning and your inexperience of the world.”

“Do you deny this?” I asked angrily.

“No,” he replied.

“So you admit that she is your mistress?”

“These matters are not important to people in our position.”

“They are important to me.”

“Pray be reasonable.”

“And say that I do not care if you creep up to the bedchamber of my women at night?”

“Who told you of this?”

“Does that matter? I know.”

“Skelton is behind this. I shall find out. I will not have spies in my court.”

“My friends know of this and they do not like the way I am treated.”

“You are my wife,” he said.

“And you are in love with Elizabeth Villiers.”

He made an impatient gesture. “I am surprised,” he said, “that, brought up in what is reckoned to be the most licentious court in Europe, you should make an issue of such a matter.”

“This concerned myself ... my husband . . .” I began, and felt the tears in my eyes.

He saw them and came to me and laid a hand on my shoulders. He smiled. “Mary,” he said, “you are a child in many ways. When I saw you I determined to marry you.”

“Because of what I could bring you. I know that.”

“Listen to me. How do I know what you will bring me?”

“The vision of the three crowns. They will come through me.”

“I would not marry a wife I did not like and when I saw you, I said, this is the wife for me. Come, understand. I am not like the men you knew at your uncle’s court.”

“It would seem you are more like them than I realized.”

“This is nothing. These things happen now and then — and far less at The Hague than in most courts. The matter is of no importance. Just an everyday happening ... nothing more.”

“Then you will not see her again? You will send her back to England?”

He frowned. Then he laughed lightly. “Oh, you will see it is not important. One must not make an issue of these things. People get wrong impressions. We must think of our position.”

Desperately I wanted to be soothed. He was more gentle than he had ever been. I was filled with a desire to oust Elizabeth Villiers from his affections, and I was already beginning to let myself believe that this affair was nothing. It had been exaggerated. It was a passing fancy. Men did have such things. I must try to be more worldly. I was enjoying his efforts to placate me.

I said: “My father knows . . .”

I saw his face change. “Who told you that?”

I hesitated, not wanting to implicate Anne Trelawny.

I said: “I heard it. He is not pleased about it.”

William was thoughtful. Then he put his arm about me.

“I am sorry that I have seen so little of you of late,” he said.

“You have been seeing Elizabeth Villiers, of course.”

“I have seen very little of anyone save my ministers. But we might go to Dieren for a few days.”

I thought: he cares enough to try to make excuses, and I felt a certain satisfaction.

He kissed me gently. “Don’t forget,” he said. “It was you whom I married. It is you I love.”

This was startling. I had not heard him speak of love before. He was trying to take my mind from Elizabeth Villiers, I knew. Hence his expression of something near tenderness. I understood it was due to expediency, but I felt a little mollified.


* * *

I CONTINUED TO BE DISTURBED. William’s show of affection had had an effect on me. I found myself going over what he actually said to me. That he had been very uneasy about my discovery, I knew. But the fact that he took the trouble to reassure me lifted my spirits. There had been times when I thought I hated him, but I was not sure. My hatred had been fierce but it was due to the fact that he ignored me. I wanted him to notice me. I wanted to be important to him for myself, not just for the crown I might bring him.

It suddenly occurred to me two days later that, since they had told me of William’s infidelity, I had not seen either Anne Trelawny or Mrs. Langford. I sent for Anne. She did not come. It was Anne Villiers — Anne Bentinck now — who came in her place.

“Mistress Trelawny is not here, Your Highness,” she said.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“She ... has left.”

“Left? Left for where?”

“For England. Mrs. Langford was with her. Dr. Covell has also gone.”

“I do not understand,” I said. “How could they have left for England without my knowing?”

“They were sent, Your Highness.”

Anne Bentinck looked upset. She had never been so hard as her sister and had softened since her marriage.

“Sent? I do not understand.”

“Your Highness, the Prince gave orders that they were to leave without delay. They left last night.”

“You mean ... they were sent away?”

“Yes, Your Highness. They were ordered to leave.”

“Without telling me? They are my attendants!”

“It was on the Prince’s orders.”

“Why? Why?”

I knew, of course. It was Anne and Mrs. Langford who had told me that it was Elizabeth Villiers who was the Prince’s mistress. And Dr. Covell had been receiving letters from England about the matter. So they had been dismissed. William had done this.

Anne tried to comfort me.

I said piteously. “Anne Trelawny is my greatest friend. She has been with me since we were children.”

“I know. But she has offended the Prince. He would say that if they were working against him they were working against his country.”

I said: “He knew it was Anne who told me ... what he did not wish me to know.”

She nodded. News spread quickly at court. I could imagine the talk. The Princess has discovered that the Prince spends his nights with Elizabeth Villiers.

I wished they had never told me. It would have been better for me to remain in ignorance than lose those I loved best.


* * *

I WAS AMAZED. Now that I had discovered that William had a mistress and he knew that I was aware of it, I had expected him to give her up. He had said that he loved me; from the moment he had seen me he had determined to marry me, that he would not have done so, even for a crown, if he had not liked me. Naturally I had thought he was asking me to forgive him and forget this infidelity with Elizabeth Villiers, that he had been momentarily tempted and the affair had become more or less a habit which he would now discard.

It was nothing of the sort. He continued to see her; and the position had not changed at all. All that had come out of this was that I had lost my friends — even my dearest Anne who had been with me for so long that she was a part of my life.

I was hurt and bewildered and a sudden wild plan came to me. I acted on the spur of the moment. I am sure if I had given the matter more thought I should never have had the courage to act as I did.

I had seen little of William for the past few days. He had said he was engaged on state matters, but I happened to know he was seeing Elizabeth Villiers. I felt bitterly humiliated.

I had been a fool to be so easily placated and to believe all he told me. I was very angry and when I did not see him my courage always rose. It was when he was present that I was overawed.

He was going to be absent for a few days, away from The Hague, and while he was away he was going to do a little hunting.

When I ascertained that Elizabeth would not be with him, the idea occurred to me.

I did not think it out very clearly. There was no one I could trust now to help me carry it through. If Anne or Mrs. Langford had been with me, it would have been different; I could rely on no one else as I could those two.

William had sent my friends away. There had been no opportunity for me to question his decision. It was done before I was aware that it had happened. Well, I was going to do the same to him. I had been robbed of my greatest friend and I was going to rob him of his.

I sent for Elizabeth Villiers. She had to obey, of course. She was my maid of honor, even if she were also my husband’s mistress.

I was not alone when I called her to me. I was not going to give her a chance to talk insolently of her relationship with William which I felt she might have done if there were no witnesses.