The King suddenly began to talk of women and seemed obsessed by them. He who had lived such a determinedly respectable life now seemed to be living an erotic one in his thoughts.
"You are the man who took Sarah Lennox away from me," he cried to a harmless footman. "Yes you were, eh? What?”
The man fled in fear of his life. But the obsession with women marked a new phase. The King was now having periods of lucidity. He knew he had been ill, he knew the nature of his illness; he was sad because of it, but during those periods when he was aware he had suffered derangement, his mind was sane again.
The lucidity would pass. He saw Elizabeth Pembroke and from the mind, over which he had lost control, came the imaginings of years. He believed he had divorced Charlotte; he believed he was married to Elizabeth. He addressed her as Queen Elizabeth and attempted to make love to her. The barriers he himself had set up had crumbled. He was the man he would have been had he not suppressed that man. He thought of women ... women ... women.
Then came the clarity; but Elizabeth was still there. He was married to Charlotte, of course plain, unexciting Charlotte who had nevertheless borne him fifteen children. And he wanted Elizabeth.
He caught Elizabeth in a corridor. She must be his mistress, he told her. She must name anything she wanted and it should be hers. Elizabeth talked to him gently, kindly, trying to turn his mind away from the subject.
The King's health was improving. The lucid periods were more frequent and of longer duration.
The King is going to recover, said his friends. Three doctors had signed a bulletin announcing the entire cessation of His Majesty's illness.
The King was restored. His illness had made him popular once more. The people wanted to show him that they were pleased by his recovery. The city of London was ablaze with lights even as far out as Tooting; and between Greenwich and Kensington the lights blazed forth.
Everyone was singing "God Save the King'; and the ladies who served at White's Club had "God Save the King' worked in gold letters on their caps. There were services at St. Paul's, rejoicing everywhere. The King was to go to Weymouth to recuperate and Weymouth was determined to vie with London in welcoming the King.
The town was lighted from end to end and at every few yards the bands blared forth "God Save the King'. Everyone wanted to tell George how pleased they were that he was well again. All the bathers on the seashore wore "God Save the King' on their caps and when George left his machine to step into the sea a band would strike up the national anthem. It was all very gratifying, said the King's friends.
But the King looked to the future with sad eyes. There were times when his mind would be in a whirl, when he wanted to talk and never stop; there were thoughts of women in his mind ... all the beautiful women he had missed and dreamed of.
He knew that there were occasions when he was wavering between lucidity and insanity, and in his heart he was aware that what had happened before would happen again. It was inevitable. He was trying to hold it off, but he was not strong enough.
And he looked at Charlotte and saw a little old woman, for this had aged her, even as it had him: a dowdy little old woman. Poor Charlotte! He thought. What is she thinking now? He would not ask her. He dared not ask her. The people were singing: Our prayers are heard, and Providence restores A Patriot King to bless Britannia's shores.
The people were easily moved. They loved one day and hated the next. A patriot King who had lost America, who had given them the Prince of Wales, who had been mad for a while ... and would be so again.
Ah! He had said it. It was the thought that stayed with him and which he knew would come true.
He would be known as the King who was mad.
Charlotte was thinking: What will become of us? This is not the end. It is the beginning.
THE END
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