The Widow of Windsor (10 page)

‘It will be wonderful,’ said Alix, ‘but we shall miss each other sadly.’

‘We’ll have husbands and perhaps children.’

‘Yes,’ said Alix slowly. ‘I suppose that would make up for it in a way.’

There was no topic as frequently discussed in the household as that of the marriages of the two girls, but each day Alix waited for some news from England and none came.

One day they were all assembled in the music room and Alix knew that something dreadful had happened because of her parents’ solemn expressions.

‘The Prince Consort is dead,’ said Christian. ‘The poor Queen is stricken in her grief.’

‘Will this make any difference?’ Louise anxiously asked Christian.

‘I don’t know. The Prince was an astute politician. He would understand the importance of Schleswig-Holstein to Europe and the need for a strong Denmark.’

‘The Queen has able ministers.’

Christian nodded. ‘But, of course, a death like this is certain to delay matters.’

‘I do think something definite should have been arranged by now. It is a little undignified to keep Alix dangling. We don’t know whether she is betrothed or not.’

‘She is not … yet.’

‘Oh, Christian, I believe you don’t want this marriage.’

‘I want her to be happy,’ he said. ‘And I suppose I want to keep the family together as long as possible. When she goes … and Dagmar goes …’

‘Then we shall have to find matches for the others.’

‘What a politician you are.’

‘I need to be. Don’t forget we have our own destinies.’

Christian frowned slightly. How much more peaceful if they had been able to go on living at the Yellow Palace and the girls could have married local noblemen. But for Alix to go right away to England and Dagmar to Russia … How could he be pleased about that!

Louise had a quiet talk with Alix in the latter’s new room at the Yellow Palace.

‘You love your room to yourself,’ said Louise with a smile.

‘Oh yes, Mama, I do. It’s not as though Dagmar is far away.’

‘And, my dear, have you thought that soon you may not be needing this room?’

‘You mean I shall go away.’

‘If you go to England and marry.’

Alix blushed.

‘My dearest child, do you love the Prince of Wales?’

‘I … I don’t know.’

‘If I were to tell you you were to prepare to leave for England tomorrow how would you feel?’

‘If he really loved me … I should be happy. I should be miserable, though, if it were arranged … just because it was suitable.’

‘So if he loved you … you could love him.’

‘Yes, Mama.’

That was good enough; Louise could tell Christian that he need have no qualms.

Christian was pleased when he heard this.

‘Nothing should stand in their way, I suppose,’ he said.

But still there was no news from England.

Princess Alice was married to Prince Louis of Hesse-Darmstadt and by all accounts the ceremony had been more like a funeral than a wedding, with the Queen brooding over them all in her widow’s weeds.

The Queen of England, deprived of the presence of that Beloved Being, had no heart for anything but mourning.

But there were forces at work. The world must go on even though the Prince Consort was dead. Leopold of the Belgians who was watching events in Europe, and particularly in England and Prussia, with very special interest, was determined that the match between Alix and Bertie should take place.

He wrote to the Queen and told her that it was necessary for the Prince of Wales to marry and the Princess of Denmark seemed the ideal match. He would arrange a meeting between the Queen on one side and Alix and her parents on the other. And this meeting should take place at Leopold’s Laeken Palace.

The Queen rather reluctantly agreed.

Alix and her parents were to have a little holiday in Belgium and while they were at Ostend they would go to Brussels and perhaps stay for a day or so as the guests of King Leopold at the Laeken Palace.

Alix was warned by her mother. ‘The Queen is on a pilgrimage to Coburg where the Prince Consort was born; she will be at Laeken and is anxious to meet you. You will have to be very careful for they say she is very stricken by the death of the Prince.’

Alix was uneasy because it was clear that her parents were too. She had been surprised that a young man whom she had met only twice could have made such a deep impression on her; she had tried not to think too much of him because she had quickly realised that the marriage had not yet been finally decided on; and the more she thought of it, the more inclined she was to think it might never take place. After all, who was she? The eldest daughter of the heir to the throne of Denmark it was true, but Denmark was a small country and they were poor and had led rather simple lives. She had heard that Bertie was carrying out a tour of the Far East which had been planned before his father had died. ‘The Queen is anxious that everything the Prince planned before his death should be put into effect,’ her mother told her. But her mother was uneasy and she wondered why.

They told her so little. For instance, in the first place they had said they were going on a holiday to Belgium, and Uncle Leopold had invited them to Laeken. They did not say that she was to be there on approval as it were, as the Queen was going to inspect her – for that was what it amounted to.

If the Queen did not like her, then everything would be forgotten. That possibility made her unhappy, which showed that she was in love – or ready to be. When one was young and inexperienced it was difficult to understand one’s feelings entirely.

They spent a few days in Ostend and all the time they were thinking of the trip to Laeken. Alix was right when she guessed that her parents were uneasy. There had been rumours about a certain affair at the Curragh Camp in which the Prince of Wales had been involved. Christian thought that the Prince was perhaps inclined to be immoral.

Louise tried to excuse him. ‘He is young. Most young men indulge in these adventures in their youth. As long as he settles down when he is married all will be well.’

‘As long as he doesn’t make our Alix unhappy,’ agreed Christian.

‘He seemed fond of her.’

‘Perhaps he is fond of all good-looking girls.’

‘Which is natural.’

‘But I fancy she is more fond of him than he of her.’

‘Well, he appears to be a young man who likes a little gaiety. He may not show his feelings as readily as a young and innocent girl does.’

Christian smiled fondly at his wife. ‘Oh, you are a statesman, Louise. More than I shall ever be. You are determined to make the best of this marriage.’

‘Make the best of it! Why, if it came about Alix would have made the most brilliant marriage in Europe.’

‘Only if she were happy,’ reiterated Christian.

And so they talked and the time had come to make the journey to Laeken Palace.

Chapter V

THE QUEEN AND ALIX

Shrouded in her widow’s weeds, the Queen arrived at Laeken.

She threw herself into Leopold’s arms and burst into tears.

‘My dearest Uncle,’ she sobbed, ‘you see the most desolate creature in the world.’

‘My precious child,’ soothed Leopold, ‘I understand. I have suffered myself.’

‘Darling Aunt Louise,’ murmured the Queen, but nothing of course could compare with the loss of That Saint. ‘A year ago he was with us … I had no idea … Oh, Uncle.’

Lenchen whispered: ‘Bear up, Mama,’ and she looked at her sister Louise and sighed. Afterwards she said that she wanted to remind Mama – if it could have been possible to make such an observation, which of course it wasn’t – that they had come to discuss a wedding not a death.

Leopold led the Queen to the room which had been prepared for her and all the time she was weeping and talking of the perfections of her beloved Albert.

The Queen retired to her room and said that she would take her meals there in solitude.

‘The Christians will be here tomorrow for luncheon,’ Leopold reminded her. ‘And they are bringing Alexandra with them.’

The Queen nodded without much interest. ‘I find it hard to consider a wedding at such a time,’ she told Leopold. ‘What a sad occasion Alice’s was! And how different it might have been! As for Bertie … I can scarcely bear to think of him. When I think of that angel’s going to Cambridge in that bitter weather and catching his death …’

The Queen broke down again. But she did brighten up a little when she heard that Walpurga Paget was joining them at Laeken. Walpurga had been loud in her praises of Alexandra and had played quite a large part in bringing Alix to the notice of the British royal family. So it seemed fitting that Walpurga should be present. Moreover the Queen had always liked her. Wally was a born gossip and so at heart was Victoria; it was only because Albert deplored the habit that she had succeeded in hiding her love of it.

The next morning Leopold was eagerly making his preparations. He was very anxious for the marriage to take place and he was delighted that it should be he who had arranged the meeting. He was going to do everything he could to get the betrothal formally settled. It was a little depressing that the Queen made such a show of nursing her grief. A little solemnity yes, a little wiping of the eyes, a very proper expression of grief, all that was permissible, and moreover necessary, but the Queen’s attitude was positively morbid.

The Danish family arrived and Leopold chuckled to himself to notice the good looks of Alexandra. There were very few Princesses who could compare with her. That abundant light brown hair, the way she carried herself so that her simple clothes appeared to be the height of elegance, her manner which was neither deprecating nor bold, made her a charming creature. And Victoria had always been attracted by beauty in either sex. Surely she must admire Alexandra.

Leopold welcomed them effusively. He conducted them to the apartments where he had decided that the encounter should take place. He despatched one of his gentlemen to the Queen’s apartments to tell her that the guests had arrived and were awaiting her pleasure.

To his dismay the Queen sent a message that she was so overwrought by the memories of the past which her meeting with her uncle had evoked that she felt unable to meet anyone at the moment.

Oh dear, thought Leopold. This is a slight to the royal family of Denmark. And what of the luncheon? He had better set it back an hour to give the Queen time to compose herself.

‘Her Majesty is bowed down with grief,’ he explained to his guests. ‘Her bereavement is comparatively recent.’

But there was a further shock. The Queen discovered that she could not face the luncheon at whatever time it was to take place; she would take hers alone in her room.

This was an anticlimax. Leopold inwardly cursed, considering all the elaborate arrangements which had gone into the preparation of that luncheon. And what were Prince and Princess Christian thinking? If they were not so eager for the marriage they might go off in a huff.

How different was the meal from how Leopold had imagined it would be. Conversation was stiff and the poor Princess was obviously nervous. If we are not careful we shall have her making a poor impression on Victoria when Her Majesty does deign to see the poor girl, thought Leopold.

Even Walpurga was uneasy.

The luncheon seemed interminable but at least Victoria could plead delay no longer and Leopold suggested that Walpurga should go to the Queen and beg her to come and meet the assembled company.

‘You will know how to handle the matter, my dear,’ he said.

Walpurga agreed that if anyone could she could and fearlessly went to the Queen’s apartment.

The Queen held out her arms to her favourite and embraced her. ‘My dear,
dear
Wally, I am pleased to see you. You are a young wife. And how is Augustus? Oh, you fortunate
fortunate
people … I remember so well when
He
came to Windsor … He was so
beautiful
. I never saw anyone as beautiful as that angel …’

The Queen held her handkerchief to her eyes and wept bitterly.

Walpurga knelt. ‘Dearest Majesty,’ she said, ‘I understand.’

‘Do you, my dear? Do you? Does anybody?’

‘I try to, Your Majesty, but I suppose nobody can really understand your great sorrow.’

The Queen enjoyed this kind of talk and Wally well knew it. If anyone suggested that the Queen had a devoted family and should count her blessings they would be immediately out of favour. Her Majesty was best comforted by pointing out the magnitude of her loss, the saintly qualities of the Prince Consort, the harmony which had existed between them and was now alas lost – and no mention of course of the occasional squabbles when Victoria had felt it necessary to remind Albert that though he might be the Saint she was the Queen.

‘Such a wonderful man, Wally, and never appreciated by the people nor by my ministers.’

‘By no one really but Your Majesty, but then you were the one who was the closest to him. He was your life and you were his.’

‘How true, my dear. I think
you
have a glimmering of understanding. When I think of the dreadful day … His dear face was so white and strained. And the last time I looked on that beloved face he was as beautiful as an angel. It was as though all the cares had been smoothed away.’

Wally covered her eyes with her hand.

‘
Dear
child,’ said the Queen. And she went on enumerating the virtues of Albert and continuing at even greater length on her own misery.

‘I don’t feel I can face the world, Wally. I constantly think if he were here … and then it all comes back afresh. He is
not
here.’

‘And Your Majesty has to go on as he would wish. Oh, I can understand the tragedy of it all.’

‘Everything he wished, everything he planned shall be carried out.’

It was Wally’s chance and she seized it. ‘He thought very highly of this match between the Prince of Wales and the Princess of Denmark. I had the honour to sit next to him when Your Majesty graciously allowed me to join the royal table and he spoke of this match then.’

The Queen nodded.

‘I believe he would have been pleased with the Princess. I think her quiet manner, her good upbringing … all that would have carried weight with him. When Your Majesty has seen for yourself …’

The Queen sighed.

‘Would Your Majesty care to see the Princess and her family now?’

Victoria nodded. ‘Give me your arm, my child.’

Wally did so with alacrity.

The Queen entered the room in which the guests were assembled. Her flowing black robes and her widow’s cap gave a sombre note to the proceedings – but not more so than the Queen herself. Her lips were turned down; there was no smile on her face at all.

Alix was surprised at herself. She was not afraid of the Queen. She felt sorry for her. Poor Queen of England who was nursing her grief and wanted to go on doing so; who was torturing herself, turning her back on the consolations of life.

Victoria looked at the tall graceful girl with the lovely hair, the graceful carriage and innocent blue eyes.

She is charming, thought the Queen, so simply dressed, such exquisite manners and surely that was compassion in her lovely eyes?

And the Princess’s father. This was the man who had once sought her in marriage. He was handsome and his daughter had inherited his charm. What an extraordinary situation! Bertie’s bride-to-be, the daughter of the man who might have been the Queen’s husband. Yes, she liked Prince Christian and she liked his daughter.

And Princess Christian? The Queen looked at Louise severely. A domineering woman, she had heard; and no woman should domineer over her husband. It was the wife’s place to be subservient. Albert had felt that
very
strongly. In the beginning of their life together she had been very foolish and Albert had had to be very patient. She had in time learned the lesson which all women had to learn, but of course it was more difficult for queens.

I believe she paints her cheeks! thought the Queen. How shocked Albert would have been. He hated any form of artificiality.

The Queen’s manner was cool as she addressed Alexandra’s parents.

‘I can make no promises,’ she said, staring at Louise’s painted cheeks. ‘Everything will depend on whether the Prince of Wales feels sufficiently affectionate towards your daughter to accept her as his wife.’

Leopold was on tenterhooks. If only Albert had been here he might have made her understand that Prince and Princess Christian were proud and dignified. They wanted this marriage, true; and so did the Queen’s ministers – and so had Albert – but they would not wish Alexandra to marry if she did not wish to, so there was no need to stress this point.

The Queen looked severely at Alix. ‘You are young,’ she said, ‘and ours is a house of mourning. I do not believe it will
ever
be anything else. You never knew him and you cannot therefore understand what we have lost.’ She turned away to wipe her eyes and Leopold chose the moment to slip his arm through hers and ask if he might lure her away from the company for a while.

She showed her eagerness to be lured. The interview was over, leaving a rather bewildered Prince and Princess of Denmark with their daughter strangely enough slightly less so.

In their apartments Louise declared: ‘She was quite insulting.’ ‘She didn’t mean to be, of course,’ Christian defended her.

‘She may be the Queen of England but you will one day be the King of Denmark. She seems to forget that. Poor Alix!’

‘Alix, my dear,’ said Christian, ‘if you wish to abandon this marriage you have only to say so.’

‘Oh no, Papa. I shall not be marrying the Queen.’

‘She will always be there.’

‘Bertie is quite different.’

‘Indeed yes,’ said Christian uneasily.

‘She kept staring at me as though there was something abnormal about me,’ complained Louise.

‘That’s because you’re my wife,’ replied Christian. ‘
She
might have been once but she married the incomparable Albert instead.’