‘And how is my dear little Victoria?’

‘Victoria is well … and so is the Big Doll.’

‘She has no teething troubles that Big Doll?’ asked Aunt Adelaide.

Victoria laughed gleefully. ‘No, they have all come through now.’

The Duchess and Leopold looked on in some exasperation. Adelaide seemed to forget decorum in the presence of the child. She was so besotted about Victoria that she behaved like … The Duchess sought for words but could only think of A Common Person. Of course life with Clarence might be responsible for that. And where had she come from? A little dukedom! She would not pursue that because Meiningen was very similar to Leiningen – both small insignificant principalities. But at least the Duchess of Kent was aware of her position. To think that if two very likely events took place this Adelaide might be Queen of England.

Two Queens! thought the Duchess, good humour restored as she looked at the Duchess of Clarence talking animatedly to Victoria. The only occasions when she seemed animated were when she was with the child.

Victoria wanting to show Aunt Adelaide how the Big Doll was settling in with the others, had taken her hand and was attempting to drag her across the room. Really, Victoria! thought the Duchess of Kent. But perhaps since Adelaide could well be a queen it was permissible. Two queens! What a pleasant thought.

‘Victoria,’ she said in a tone of mild reproof, ‘I daresay your Aunt Adelaide would wish to stay here and talk with Mamma and Uncle Leopold.’

Adelaide would clearly greatly have preferred to go with Victoria but there was nothing to do but remain and talk to the adults. So she inquired politely after Leopold’s health and as this was one of his favourite topics he kept it going for some time.

When they talked of the King’s State visits, Victoria listened avidly. She loved hearing anything about Uncle King. She would keep so quiet that Mamma would forget she was here. It was the best way of learning that which they might not wish her to know.

‘I believe the Irish visit was a great success,’ said the Duchess of Kent.

‘William has heard from His Majesty that he enjoyed it. The Irish adored him.’

‘And of course he is feeling his freedom,’ said the Duchess of Kent who, in all matters not connected with her daughter’s accession to the throne, could be a little indiscreet.

‘It was a trying situation,’ admitted Adelaide.

Leopold looked a little supercilious. He had never been on easy terms with his father-in-law and in fact the King made no secret of his mild contempt for Leopold. He had never wanted Charlotte to marry him and would have much preferred the Prince of Orange as a son-in-law. Leopold’s abstemious habits and his somewhat pompous manners made him in the King’s view a dull fellow.

‘Rarely could a man have been so relieved to be free from the bonds of matrimony,’ said Leopold.

Victoria wished they would not use such long words. But she remained very still watching Mamma’s glorious curls bobbing up and down as she spoke and all the frills and ribbons on her gown; and Uncle Leopold’s thick soles and curly wig and Aunt Adelaide who looked so simple beside them, but so kind. And I love her, thought Victoria.

‘Heaven alone knew what she would have done next … if she had lived.’ The Duchess of Kent shuddered. ‘And it would serve His Majesty right after the way he has treated her. The investigation … the trial …’

Leopold threw her a warning look.

‘It is all over now,’ said Adelaide. ‘William is relieved, of course.’

‘And now,’ went on the irrepressible Duchess, ‘he is on the Continent and I hear he is making a great impression everywhere he goes. Of course he could always talk people into admiring him.’

‘He has great charm,’ said Adelaide.

‘If his own people made as much of him as the foreigners do he would be a contented king, I doubt not,’ added the Duchess of Kent.

Leopold thought: I must impress on her the need to curb her tongue. The King already dislikes her. Heaven knows what he might do. What if he made some law which would enable them to pass over Victoria?

To change the subject he said: ‘I have heard that the King has been to see his nephews – the two young Georges who are named after him, Cumberland and Cambridge. They’re just about Victoria’s age.’

The Duchess of Kent laughed scornfully. ‘They will never have a chance.’

‘The King has always had a great respect for his brother Ernest,’ said Leopold. ‘It would not surprise me if Cumberland did not return to England now that the old King is dead.’

‘Let them come,’ said the Duchess of Kent recklessly.

Leopold frowned. But after all it was only Adelaide. She would not report anything, nor see any evil in it.

‘You are looking in exceptionally good health,’ said Leopold to Adelaide.

‘I am very well, thank you.’ Adelaide had flushed slightly.

Oh God, thought the Duchess of Kent. It can’t be. I couldn’t bear it.

But she must know. The suspense would be unbearable if she did not. And if it were so? No! Fate could not be so cruel. There had been three failures. There could not be another attempt.

She was aware of Victoria quietly leaning against Adelaide playing with the rings she was wearing.

‘My stepdaughter, Lady Erroll,’ Adelaide said, ‘is very happy. She is expecting a child.’

‘Excellent news,’ said the Duchess of Kent. Was that a certain lilt she heard in Adelaide’s voice? What did it mean? Was it possible?

‘If it is a girl she wants to call it Adelaide.’

‘And you will allow this?’ asked the Duchess of Kent whose manner always grew cold when the FitzClarences were referred to.

‘I shall be delighted.’

The Duchess of Kent could restrain herself no longer.

‘You yourself look much happier than you have since … the tragedy. Is there any reason?’

There was a tense silence in the room. Victoria listening intently wondered what it could mean.

‘I have hopes again.’

Hopes! Oh God! thought the Duchess of Kent. It is as I feated.

They could not talk in front of the child, of course; but it was clear enough. Adelaide sitting there, quiet, serene, smug! thought the Duchess of Kent. I cannot bear it. It was like the distant funeral bell tolling dismally. The birth of Adelaide’s ‘hopes’ could only mean the death of her own.

Adelaide begged that Prince Leopold and the Duchess of Kent would excuse her. She wanted to pay her respects to the dolls before she left and she was going to ask Victoria if she might do this.

Victoria was taking her aunt’s hand, forgetting the strange conversation she had not understood, and together Adelaide and Victoria went to the nursery while back in the drawing-room Leopold was trying to restrain his sister and begging her not to have hysterics until after the Duchess of Clarence had left.

Adelaide grew happier as it became certain that her hopes were well-founded. She would take care, she promised herself; everything that could be done to achieve a safe delivery should be done. She kept reminding herself that but for that bitterly cold day her baby Elizabeth would have lived. She could bear a child – and a healthy one.

Elizabeth Erroll’s baby was born and like the daughter of George FitzClarence was christened Adelaide. William was delighted both to be a grandfather and that his son and daughter should have wanted to name their children after their stepmother.

At least, thought Adelaide, I am surrounded by babies. And that made her very happy. Not only was she constantly with her step-grandchildren but there was her niece Victoria too. She never lost an opportunity of visiting Kensington Palace and she and Victoria were the best of friends. But she must be careful for she sensed that the Duchess of Kent was a little jealous of Victoria’s love for her.

But however much she might enjoy the company of other people’s children, desperately she wanted her own. Only when she had her own child would the pain of Elizabeth’s loss begin to fade.

As the time for her confinement drew near she stayed at Bushy; she was very large and believed that presaged a strong and healthy child.

The FitzClarences were constantly with her, George’s wife and Elizabeth – mothers themselves – giving her advice, the rest cosseting her.

And then came the day when her pains started … far too early. She was hurried to bed to have a miscarriage.

She was desperately unhappy. It seemed a double misfortune since there had been two babies and she could not help picturing herself with her twins, one in each arm.

Had any woman ever longed for a child as she did? she wondered. Had any ever been so heartbreakingly disappointed.

William came and sat by her bed. He wept with her.

‘My poor, poor Adelaide,’ he said. ‘But I still have you.’

And that was some comfort.

He had written to the King, he said, to tell him the sad news. His Majesty, now at Brighton, feeling far from well, would be desolate.

William was right. The King sent his deepest condolences. He was genuinely sorry for he was disliking the Duchess of Kent more than ever; the airs she gave herself were intolerable to him and he would very much like to see her relegated to the background by the birth of a child to William and Adelaide.

William himself had no liking for the lady who had been extremely rude about his dear sons and daughters. Why should this upstart Duchess imagine herself too good to know his children? A most unpleasant woman! he decided.