Part 45 (2/2)
”She'll read no letters from you.”
”She will if you take it to her.”
”Sarah, don't you know when you're beaten?”
”No, my brave general, I do not agree that I am beaten.”
”Sarah ...”
But she put her arms about him and laughed. She would have her way as she always had, and there was one thing he knew, which was that it was better to suffer defeat with Sarah than to bask in success without her.
Sarah shut herself into her room and wrote to the Queen. I wouldn't do this, she thought, but for Marl. This is breaking him. He'll be ill if we go on like this.
Her pen had always been as violent as her tongue, but now she tried to use it to advantage. She remembered the cosy chats when Prince George had been alive and she and Anne had sat together like two goodies discussing their men. Mr. Morley and Mr. Freeman. What intimacy there had been in those days! And Anne had been fond of Mr. Freeman. He had charmed her as he charmed everyone. Marl was a charming man.
Now she must soften the Queen; she must remind her of those days. Anne had always been sentimental and if she could touch that sentiment now who knows she might yet retain the keys of office. And she must retain them, for to lose them would mean to be cut off from Court, cut off from all hope of regaining power.
She wrote to the Queen in an unusually humble style and the theme of her letter was her concern for the Duke. She believed she wrote, that if he must continue in this state of anxiety, he would not live six months. If Anne would allow her to remain her servant she would, she promised, never do or say anything disagreeable to her.
There was submission. She was sure of success.
Having written the letter she went to the Duke who was lying on his couch and coming on him unawares she felt a twinge of anxiety. Perhaps she had not exaggerated in her letter to the Queen.
”Dearest Marl,” she said, ”you are not well.”
He rose and immediately looked more like his old self. ”I'll be well enough when this unpleasantness has pa.s.sed away.”
”I have the letter here. Take it to the Queen and insist that she read it.”
”I am in no position to command the Queen.”
”Oh come, you know what I mean. Beg prettily as you so well know how to do, and she will do as you ask.”
”Sarah, she is firmly determined ...”
”I know her better than you. She will read that letter and be touched. Once I get back to her, I'll see that I stay there.”
”I would rather not....”
”Now, my brave commander. We shall win yet.”
She was irresistible. He had to obey her. G.o.dolphin had felt the same, even Sunderland.
”We have to do this,” she said earnestly. ”It would have been different if the Elector had listened to our plans.”
The Duke shook his head. ”He believes that he will get the crown handed to him in a few years' time so he sees no reason to fight for it now.”
”He should not be so sure. There are Jacobites and to spare in this country. They'll have the Pretender back ... and then Master Hanover will wish that he had paid a little attention to his friends.”
”He is not prepared to risk war for the English crown, Sarah. I can't say that I blame him.”
”It seems I am beset by lily-livered cowards,” cried Sarah fiercely. ”Well, there's nothing to do but try to get back with Anne. She'll read that letter, Marl; and when she does she'll remember our friends.h.i.+p. She won't have the heart to dismiss me then.”
Marlborough was uncertain of that, but nevertheless he obeyed Sarah and presented himself at the palace to ask for an audience.
This was granted, but when he produced Sarah's letter the Queen said that she did not wish to read any communication from the d.u.c.h.ess.
”I beg of Your Majesty to read this letter,” said the Duke, kneeling and looking entreatingly up at her. Anne shook her head sadly. He was so handsome, and he at least had always been so modest, and in the old days she had thought Mr. Freeman to be one of the most charming men she had ever met. Mr. Morley had a high opinion of him too. What happy days they had been! But even then of course Mrs. Freeman had been overbearing; she had dictated the way they should go. Sometimes when she felt weakened by the gout and dropsy Anne would wake in the night from dreams about her father; she would imagine he upbraided her for her part in his downfall and in such dreams Sarah was always beside her, urging her on.
No, she did not want to think of the past; she would not read Sarah's letter.
”Madam,” said the Duke, ”if you will retain the d.u.c.h.ess until such a time as you will have no need of my services, this will save her much pain. I hope that the war will be over within the next year and then we could both retire together.”
”I cannot change my resolution,” said Anne firmly.
”The d.u.c.h.ess deeply regrets any uneasiness she caused Your Majesty and longs for a chance to revive that love you once had for her. She has sworn that if you will give her another chance she will serve you in all humility and endeavour to make up for any pain she may have caused you.”
Anne was silent.
”I beg you read the letter,” he implored.
She did so, but when she had finished it, she was silent.
”Your Majesty is moved to some tenderness I see. I know that you will wish to put an end to the anguish which the d.u.c.h.ess now suffers.”
”I cannot change my resolution,” repeated Anne.
The Duke sighed, exerting all his charm in his endeavours to move her, but she only said: ”The keys must be returned to me within three days.”
”Within three days, Your Majesty. I pray you give the d.u.c.h.ess ten days that the affair may be settled more discreetly.”
”No,” said the Queen, ”there has been too much delay. The keys must be returned to me within two days.”
”Two days ... but Your Majesty said three.”
”Two days,” repeated Anne firmly. ”I cannot alter my resolution.”
There was nothing to be done but return to Sarah to tell her of his failure.
Marlborough faced his wife.
”Well?” she demanded, although his expression betrayed how the interview had gone and there was no need to ask.
”No use,” he said.
”She read my letter?”
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