Part 20 (1/2)
”So I am appreciated.”
He caught her in his arms.
”It pleases me,” she said, ”to be embraced by the greatest genius of our day.”
”No,” he said, ”it is the great genius who is being embraced.”
”Together we are supreme, John.”
”You understand the meaning of that gesture of the Archduke?” he asked her.
”Of course. I have just told you.”
”It's more than that. His ancestor Charles V gave a diamond ring to the mistress of Francois Premier when she held the bowl for him in similar circ.u.mstances. But he left his in the bowl. Charles put his on your finger. He could not treat the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough as a King's mistress.”
”I should hope not. I am a respectable woman and I am thankful that at least my fat friend sets a good moral example to her subjects.”
”Ah, Sarah, what of the Queen? Should you not be in attendance?”
”There is only one on whom I intend to attend this night, my lord. Why do you think I got Abigail Hill her place?”
”You think it wise to neglect her ...” began John.
But she laughed in his face and such times as these were the most precious occasions for them both.
All over Christmas John remained in England, but he was making plans for his spring campaign. Sarah spent her time between the Queen and her husband and whenever possible they escaped to St. Albans. A sullen Mary had been given a place in the Queen's household as lady in waiting on the death of Lady Charlotte Beverwaret. ”Where I can keep an eye on her,” said Sarah grimly. But relations between mother and daughter were decidedly strained, for Mary was not one meekly to accept meddling in her life. John, distressed by the relations.h.i.+p between his wife and daughter, did all he could to put it right, but while Mary continued affectionate towards him she made it clear that she had no love for her mother.
”Who would have children!” cried Sarah. ”Ungrateful creatures!” But Mary continued resentful and brooding, and avoided her mother as much as she could. ”It'll pa.s.s,” said Sarah. ”I remember her sullen moods of the past.”
During Anne's birthday celebrations John Dryden's play All for Love was performed in St. James's Palace.
It was a pleasant occasion, particularly as Anne had announced on that day that she intended to celebrate her birthday by making an endowment to poor clergy. It had disturbed her for some time, she had explained to her ministers, because those who were working in the Church were so ill paid.
She had talked about this with Hill during those winter days when George had dozed, awaking now and then to emit a grunt when she addressed him, and Hill had understood perfectly how anxious she was, for she had heard that some of the clergy and their families were actually in want. ”Doing the Church's work, Hill, and in want! I remember Bishop Burnet's advising my sister Mary and her husband William to do this. But it was useless. William thought only of war ... and Mary thought exactly what he wanted her to think. I am thankful that the dear Prince is quite different. There could not be a better husband....”
Abigail only interrupted with: ”Nor a better wife than Your Majesty.”
Anne smiled. ”Thank you, Hill. I could wish all my subjects could enjoy the happiness of marriage as I have done. There is only one sorrow, Hill. My babies ... and particularly my boy. But I was telling you of my plan. I intend to establish a fund for the clergy. I shall make over my entire revenue from the First Fruits and the Tenths ... which is from the Church ... back to the Church for the benefit of the Clergy. I have been discussing this with my ministers and I have asked them to make it legal. My uncle Charles took this money to give to his mistresses, Hill. But I want to give it to those who are dedicating their lives to my church.”
”Your Majesty is so good.”
”I want to do good to my people, Hill. You, I know, understand that.”
Hill lowered her eyes and nodded.
Shortly afterwards the fund was created and made known throughout the country. It was called Queen Anne's Bounty; and when the Queen rode out the people cheered her. She was becoming generally known as Good Queen Anne.
THE JEALOUS d.u.c.h.eSS.
ll through the spring John was making preparations for his campaign.
”I have done with sieges and petty battles,” he told Sarah. ”Now the time has come to settle the fate of Europe.”
”I long for the time,” Sarah told him, ”when your battles are over and you come home to enjoy your deserts.”
”Sometimes,” he answered pa.s.sionately, ”I think I would give up ambition ... everything ... for the sake of a life we could share together.”
Gratifying, thought Sarah, but impossible. It was because of his ambition that she loved him.
She spent a great deal of time with him at St. Albans, for, as she said, I can safely leave Hill to look after the Queen. But there were frequent interruptions to their idyl when Marlborough must be in London; and often on this occasion she remained waiting for his return.
She saw a great deal of her daughters, particularly Henrietta and Anne, for she looked upon their husbands as her creatures who must, since they were politicians, take their orders from her. Francis G.o.dolphin, Member for Helston, was a mild man, and under the thumb of his wife, and although Henrietta was inclined to be truculent with her mother, there had been no open quarrel. Sunderland who, since his father's death had inherited the t.i.tle as well as vast wealth, was a different matter. He it was who had voted against Prince George's annuity which, in Sarah's mind, was a foolish thing to do for it brought no gain to the family and at the same time antagonized both the Prince and the Queen. He was a rash man and notoriously quick-tempered. Anne, his wife, was one of the gentlest of the Churchill girls, and unlike her mother avoided rather than made quarrels. But there was constant friction between Sunderland and Sarah.
It was while Sarah was visiting the Sunderlands that the Earl made some references to Marlborough's visits to London. He smiled as he did so and this Sarah pa.s.sed, but when she heard Sunderland in conversation with one of his guests beneath her window she listened in horror.
”You can scarcely blame my father-in-law. He must have some respite from that tongue.”
”I thought it was impossible for a man of his nature to remain a virtuous husband. Why, before Sarah got her talons into him he was one of the biggest rakes in Town.”
Sunderland's burst of laughter maddened Sarah, but she had to go on listening.
”He braved the King of England when he slept with Barbara Castlemaine, so why shouldn't he brave Sarah for this woman. I hear she is very attractive ... kind and gentle. A change. A man must have variety. But after Hurricane Sarah the most blatant fishwife would seem like a soft breeze.”
Sarah could bear no more; she leaned out of the window.
”What wicked scandal is this.”
They were silent for a few seconds.
”I am sorry Your Grace overheard us,” said Sunderland, then, sardonically, caring for nothing, ”We were discussing the news from London.”
”The news from London! I'd like to hear more of such news. And where you heard it.”
She came down to the gardens to find Sunderland alone-his friend having fled. Not many would care to face Sarah in such a mood.
”Now, young man, what is all this.”
Sunderland tried to remind her by his haughty demeanour that as the son of a great family he was in no mood to be so addressed by her, for d.u.c.h.ess though she might be, her background was not to be compared with his.
”Don't prevaricate,” cried Sarah, her rage blinding her to everything else. ”I want the truth from you or you'll be sorry.”
”The truth, Madam? Who knows the truth of these affairs but those who partic.i.p.ate in them? You have come to the wrong man. I am sure the Duke can tell you far more of this matter than I. Why not ask him?”