RETURN TO WARWICK HOUSE—THE PRINCE OF ORANGE—MANœUVRING—THE PRINCESS
CHARLOTTE BETROTHED—FEELINGS OF THE PRINCESS—THE GREAT FROST.
AFTER Princess Augusta’s birthday, the 8th of November, we returned to
town, and the Princess Charlotte seemed to feel happy and comfortable in
being restored to the quiet life of Warwick House.
This quiet did not last long. Towards the end of the month Sir Henry
Halford urged the business of the hereditary Prince of Orange, insomuch
that Princess Charlotte came up much annoyed, after a long interview
with him; but Lady Anne Smith was, I believe, more successful, and after
a very long conference with her, on the 29th of November, I heard
Princess Charlotte say that the Prince of Orange was certainly adored in
the army, and that not only Lord Wellington, but all his brother
officers, particularly John Fremantle, spoke most highly of him. I saw
something was passing in her mind, but I never pressed to obtain her
confidence.
Miss Mercer was still at Plymouth; the Miss Herveys, _i.e._ Lady
Knightley and Miss Hervey, daughters of Mrs. Fremantle, had, no doubt,
worked hard, as far as their influence would go, in favour of the Prince
of Orange, but the aversion of Princess Charlotte, till the evening I
have been just mentioning, was so great, that nothing could persuade her
even to speak of him with patience.
On the 1st and 2nd of December the Queen and two Princesses being in
town, we passed the evening at Carlton House. A print of the hereditary
Prince was placed on a chair to be looked at, and Princess Charlotte
thought it not ugly. The Prince was mighty busy and good humoured. He
made Princess Charlotte a present of a belt sent him from Turkey, to
which he had added a diamond clasp. The belt was studded with
rose-diamonds. I heard him joke about a ring, and I saw little Lord
Arran hold up his hand in a mysterious way to one of the Princesses, and
heard him say, “It will do, it will do!” All this convinced me of what
was going on, and I heard that despatches had been received from Lord
Wellington, stating that the Prince of Orange was to come over to see
his father, who shortly before had returned to Holland, and was
proclaimed Prince of the Netherlands.
On the 4th,[152] after Princess Charlotte had seen Sir Henry Halford for
a quarter of an hour, she told me she was to dine next day at Carlton
House. I asked if the Queen and Princesses were come back to town. She
said no; that she was to go attended by the Duchess, and to meet only a
very small party. I said then I supposed the Prince of Orange was to be
there. She said, Yes, he was just arrived. I was shocked at the
suddenness and want of confidence in all this; but I felt I had no right
to interfere. She was complying with the wishes of all her family; and I
only said that I thought she did right to see the Prince of Orange, and
to see him without prejudice; but that I also hoped she would take time
for consideration in a case where the happiness of her life was
concerned. She seemed agitated and unwilling to speak on the subject; in
short, not daring to trust herself. She said she expected the Prince,
and must write a note to say so. He came, and saw her alone; after
which, I asked whether there were any orders for me the next day. She
said, none. I then said that I should not go in the evening, as I was
always ordered to do when she dined there; but that I begged, if I were
missed, that her Royal Highness would tell the Prince that I would not
intrude on what appeared to be so private a party.
Next morning, the 5th, we went to chapel, as usual, and I told the
Duchess of Leeds that a print of the Duke of Devonshire,[153] which had
been hanging up with other portraits, for some time, in one of the rooms
(a print which the Duchess of Leeds had herself brought from the Duke of
Devonshire, as it was a private plate, and wanted, she thought, like
many others, for the History of England which we were illustrating)—that
this print was taken down and given to Lady Anne Smith, and that of the
Prince of Orange placed in its room. The Duchess rejoiced at this, as
also that she was to meet the Prince of Orange at dinner.
When we came home, Princess Charlotte, contrary to custom, shut herself
up in her own room, and only came out of it dressed for dinner. Her
toilet was by no means _recherchée_. She was dressed in violet satin,
trimmed with black lace, and looked pale and agitated. I sat up for her
return, which was about one in the morning, and she told me in
confidence she was engaged to the Prince of Orange. I could only remark
that she had gained a great victory over herself. She answered, “No, you
would not say so if you were to see him; he is by no means as
disagreeable as I expected.” She mentioned his having spoken very
handsomely at dinner of the old liberties of Holland, and said that in
the evening the Regent took them both into a room, where they walked up
and down together for some time; after which he took her apart, and
said, “Well, it will not do, I suppose?” That she answered, “I do not
say that. I like his manner very well, as much as I have seen of it.”
Upon which the Prince was overcome with joy, and joined their hands
immediately. She told me the Prince of Orange had praised the Fitzroys
very much at dinner, as also Colonel Hervey, Mrs. Fremantle’s son, and
had said that he had promised to ask for his being made aide-de-camp to
the Regent.
Next day the Prince of Orange came to make his visit with Lord Bathurst,
the Regent being busy. He shook hands with me very good humouredly when
I was introduced by Princess Charlotte. I thought him particularly plain
and sickly in his look, his figure very slender, his manner rather
hearty and boyish, but not unpleasant in a young soldier. The day after,
the 7th, he came with the Regent, who left them together, and sat down
with me by the fire in the adjoining room (with only a passage, at
least, between us). He told me _in confidence_ that the Princess
Charlotte was engaged to the young Prince of Orange, but that he would
not have her inform anybody, not Miss Mercer, nor her uncles, till he
should give her leave; that he should acquaint the Queen and Princesses
with it; that the marriage would not take place till spring, as the
young Prince was now going to join his father for the settlement of the
Dutch affairs, and that, as I remained now the friend of Princess
Charlotte, no new arrangements being to be made until the marriage, he
desired I would give her good advice, particularly against flirtation.
He said she should go to Windsor for a week towards Christmas to be
confirmed, and afterwards to take the sacrament with the family, and he
should meet her there; but that he could not give her any dance on her
approaching birthday, as no one would be in town, and he himself was
going to the christening of the young Marquis of Granby at Belvoir
Castle. I asked if it was his pleasure that I should go to Windsor with
her Royal Highness, and he said, “_Most certainly_.”
While we were talking, we heard Princess Charlotte break forth into a
violent fit of sobs and hysterical tears. The Prince started up, and I
followed him to the door of the other room, where we found the Prince of
Orange looking half-frightened, and Princess Charlotte in great
distress. The Prince Regent said, “What! is he taking his leave?” She
answered, “Not yet,” and was going to her own room; but the Prince took
him away, said it was time for him to go to the great City dinner,[154]
for which he had stayed, and they parted.
When they were gone she told me what was the cause of her sudden
transport of grief. He had told her it was expected she should reside
every year two or three months in Holland, and even, when necessary,
follow him to the army; that the Prince and his ministers had not
thought it advisable to tell her this, but that, as he always wished
they should be open and fair with each other, he was resolved to tell
her; that he was quite an Englishman himself, and hoped she would invite
over what friends she liked, and that, with respect to her ladies, he
only recommended one, which was one of the Fitzroys, and should himself
prefer Georgiana. _This_ pleased poor Princess Charlotte, but she had
never entertained the slightest suspicion that she should be obliged to
leave England. I reminded her of a conversation I had related to her a
few days before, when Mrs. T.[155] told me she had heard “the Regent and
his daughter were on bad terms because she would not marry the Prince of
Orange,” and I had answered that it was not true, as he had never been
proposed to her. On which Mrs. T. said she should be sorry for one
reason, as I should then probably go with her _to Holland_.
As Princess Charlotte had, however, consented to these temporary
absences, I endeavoured to make the best of it to her, and on her saying
she would not _ask_ any one to go with her, I volunteered my services,
which she accepted with great feeling and pleasure, and, I afterwards
heard, expressed herself with great satisfaction at my having made the
offer. She seemed, however, by no means pleased at the idea of going
over for a short time, and said I had lived so much abroad that I could
not have the same feelings on the subject as she had.
When the Duchess came to dinner, we repeated to her what had passed, and
I gave her the Regent’s message. She offered to go as much as her family
duties would admit. Before Princess Charlotte was to go to Windsor to be
confirmed, she was really mortified by a letter of Princess Mary,
hinting that it would be better I should not come. I begged she would
not think of it, and told her I was sure of the Queen never forgiving my
having left her; that it was better I should not go. However, I was hurt
by this as well as by several other similar circumstances, but I availed
myself of the opportunity of passing two days with Lord St. Vincent at
Rochetts, and on my return found a very flattering letter from Princess
Elizabeth, and a very kind one from Princess Augusta, with an account of
all that had passed. Soon after the return of the Princess Charlotte to
town on the 27th, came on one of the thickest, most oppressive, and
lasting fogs[156] I ever witnessed; I was ill all the winter with a
violent cold and cough, and actually I found it scarcely possible to
breathe. Thus ended the year 1813.
------------------------------------------------------------------------