In the midst of all this, the queen came!
I heard the thunder at the door, and, panic struck, away flew all my
resolutions and agreements, and away after them flew I!
Don't be angry, my dear father--I would have stayed if I could, and I
meant to stay---but, when the moment came, neither my preparations nor
intentions availed, and I arrived at my own room, ere I well knew I had
left the drawing-room, and quite breathless between the race I ran with
Miss Port and the joy of escaping, Mrs. Delany, though a little vexed
at the time, was not afterwards, when she found the queen very much
dispirited by a relapse of the poor Princess Elizabeth. She inquired if
I was returned, and hoped I now came to make a longer stay.
_Friday, Dec. 16._--Yesterday morning we had a much better account of
the Princess Elizabeth; and Mrs. Delany said to me,
“Now you will escape no longer, for if their uneasiness ceases, I am
sure they will send for you, when they come next.”
To be sent for, I confessed to her, would really be more formidable than
to be surprised; but to pretend to be surprised would answer no purpose
in making the meeting easy to me, and therefore I preferred letting the
matter take its chance.
“THE KING! AUNT, THE KING!”
After dinner, while Mrs. Delany was left alone, as usual, to take a
little rest,--for sleep it but seldom proves,--Mr. B. Dewes, his little
daughter, Miss Port, and myself, went into the drawing-room. And here,
while, to pass the time, I was amusing the little girl with teaching her
some Christmas games, in which her father and cousin joined, Mrs.
Delany came in. We were all in the middle of the room, and in some
confusion;--but she had but just come up to us to inquire what was going
forwards, and I was disentangling myself from Miss Dewes, to be ready
to fly off if any one knocked at the street-door, when the door of
the drawing-room was again opened, and a large man, in deep mourning,
appeared at it, entering, and shutting it himself without speaking.
A ghost could not more have scared me, when I discovered, by its glitter
on the black, a star! The general disorder had prevented his being seen,
except by myself, who was always on the watch, till Miss Port, turning
round, exclaimed, “The king!--aunt, the king!”
O mercy! thought I, that I were but out of the room! which way shall
I escape? and how pass him unnoticed? There is but the single door at
which he entered, in the room! Every one scampered out of the way: Miss
Port, to stand next the door; Mr. Bernard Dewes to a corner opposite
it; his little girl clung to me; and Mrs. Delany advanced to meet his
majesty, who, after quietly looking on till she saw him, approached, and
inquired how she did.
He then spoke to Mr. Bernard, whom he had already met two or three times
here.
I had now retreated to the wall, and purposed gliding softly, though
speedily, out of the room; but before I had taken a single step, the
king, in a loud whisper to Mrs. Delany, said, “Is that Miss Burney?”--and
on her answering, “Yes, sir,” he bowed, and with a countenance of the
most perfect good humour, came close up to me.
A most profound reverence on my part arrested the progress of my
intended retreat.
“How long have you been come back, Miss Burney?”
“Two days, sir.”
Unluckily he did not hear me, and repeated his question and whether the
second time he heard me or not, I don't know, but he made a little civil
inclination of his head, and went back to Mrs. Delany.
He insisted she should sit down, though he stood himself, and began
to give her an account of the Princess Elizabeth, who once again was
recovering, and trying, at present, James's powders. She had been
blooded, he said, twelve times in this last fortnight, and had lost
seventy-five ounces of blood, besides undergoing blistering and other
discipline. He spoke of her illness with the strongest emotion, and
seemed quite filled with concern for her danger and suffering.
Mrs. Delany next inquired for the younger children. They had all, he
said, the whooping-cough, and were soon to be removed to Kew.
“Not,” added he, “for any other reason than change of air for
themselves; though I am pretty certain I have never had the distemper
myself, and the queen thinks she has not had it either:--we shall take
our chance. When the two eldest had it, I sent them away, and would not
see them till it was over; but now there are so many of them that there
would be no end to separations, so I let it take its course.”
Mrs. Delany expressed a good deal of concern at his running this risk,
but he laughed at it, and said, he was much more afraid of catching
the rheumatism, which has been threatening one of his shoulders lately,
However, he added, he should hunt, the next morning, in defiance of it.
A good deal of talk then followed about his own health, and the extreme
temperance by which he preserved it. The fault of his constitution, he
said, was a tendency to excessive fat, which he kept, however, in order,
by the most vigorous exercise and the strictest attention to a simple
diet.
Mrs. Delany was beginning to praise his forbearance, but he stopped her.
“No, no,” he cried, “'tis no virtue; I only prefer eating plain and
little to growing diseased and infirm.”
During this discourse, I stood quietly in the place where he had first
spoken to me. His quitting me so soon, and conversing freely and easily
with Mrs. Delany, proved so delightful a relief to me, that I no longer
wished myself away; and the moment my first panic from the surprise was
over, I diverted myself with a thousand ridiculous notions, of my own
situation.
The Christmas games we had been showing Miss Dewes, it seemed as if we
were still performing, as none of us thought it proper to move, though
our manner of standing reminded one of “Puss in the corner.” Close to
the door was posted Miss Port; opposite her, close to the wainscot,
stood Mr. Dewes; at just an equal distance from him, close to a window,
stood myself. Mrs. Delany, though seated, was at the opposite side to
Miss Port; and his majesty kept pretty much in the middle of the room.
The little girl, who kept close to me, did not break the order, and I
could hardly help expecting to be beckoned, with a PUSS! PUSS! PUSS! to
change places with one of my neighbours.
This idea, afterwards, gave way to another more pompous. It seemed to me
we were acting a play. There is something so little like common and real
life, in everybody's standing, while talking, in a room full of chairs,
and standing, too, so aloof from each other, that I almost thought
myself upon a stage, assisting in the representation of a tragedy,--in
which the king played his own part, of the king; Mrs. Delany that of a
venerable confidante; Mr. Dewes, his respectful attendant; Miss Port, a
suppliant Virgin, waiting encouragement to bring forward some petition;
Miss Dewes, a young orphan, intended to move the royal compassion; and
myself,--a very solemn, sober, and decent mute.
These fancies, however, only regaled me while I continued a quiet
spectator, and without expectation of being called into play. But the
king, I have reason to think, meant only to give me time to recover
from my first embarrassment; and I feel infinitely obliged to his good
breeding and consideration, which perfectly answered, for before he
returned to me, I was entirely recruited.
To go back to my narration.
When the discourse upon health and strength was over, the king went
up to the table, and looked at a book of prints, from Claude Lorraine,
which had been brought down for Miss Dewes; but Mrs. Delany, by mistake,
told him they were for me. He turned over a leaf or two, and then said--
“Pray, does Miss Burney draw, too?”
The too was pronounced very civilly.
“I believe not, Sir,” answered Mrs. Delany “at least, she does not
tell.”
“Oh!” cried he, laughing, “that's nothing; she is not apt to tell! she
never does tell, you know!--Her father told me that himself. He told me
the whole history of her 'Evelina.' And I shall never forget his face
when he spoke of his feelings at first taking up the book!--he looked
quite frightened, just as if he was doing it that moment! I never can
forget his face while I live!”
THE KING CATEGORICALLY QUESTIONS Miss BURNEY.