Victoria in the Wings: (Georgian Series) (40 page)

She was delighted, of course, and certain of his success.

‘A Ministry with Wellington and Robert Peel as its leading lights,’ she cried, ‘is certain to be a great one.’

William was delighted at the appointment of Wellington.

‘A great hero,’ he told Adelaide. ‘I have always admired him – almost as much as I did my dear friend and colleague, Nelson. The talks we had! There was a man! One of the greatest England has ever known. I was at his wedding. Ah, he thought he’d done a very fine thing when he married Frances Nesbit. It was one of the few mistakes he ever made.’

‘He was openly unfaithful to her,’ said Adelaide.

‘Ah, but with a fellow like Nelson you have to make allowances. He was not a promiscuous man. And Lady Hamilton was a fascinating woman … fascinating! The greatest sailor … and Wellington the greatest soldier! Mind you, I never thought the Army was so important to the country as the Navy.’

‘Spoken like a sailor,’ said Adelaide with a smile.

‘A great fellow for reforms, Nelson. He was one of the few commanding officers who spared a thought for the men. He used to say, “Look after the men and they’ll look after England.” It’s true – and by God, Adelaide, that’s what I intend to do. Now I think promotion should be given by merit. There is too much command given through influence. Nelson was against it. He would talk for hours about the disaster that sort of thing had brought to the Navy. I want to pension off some of the older men so that I can have a chance of bringing the younger ones forward. That’s how it has to be. This means money but I shall put the plan before the Treasury.’

‘I am sure,’ said Adelaide, ‘that you are going to reform the Navy.’

William was delighted. He saw himself as the great reformer.

Admiral Sir George Cockburn was scarlet with rage.

‘Look at this,’ he said. ‘Our Lord High Admiral going over our heads to the Treasury. Promising pensions without consulting the committee! What does he imagine he is? Dictator of the Navy? Why does he think the Board has been set up? To take orders from him?’

The Board agreed with Sir George.

‘Doesn’t he know why this office has been created? It’s to give him some standing in case – which God forbid – he should inherit the throne! Reviewing the Navy in the
Royal Sovereign
! Harmless in its way but unnecessary expense. But when he sets up his own rules and attempts to carry them out without referring to the Board, that, Gentlemen, is something we cannot endure. Now he has set up a commission on gunnery – about which we have not been consulted. I think we have him here. He has far exceeded his power. I shall have to inform him of this and humbly – I suppose – beg His Royal Highness to toe the line.’

Sir George was not a humble man. He was a sailor and accustomed to speaking his mind.

‘The fellow’s crazy,’ he said. ‘Ever since the death of the Duke of York the possibility of his own position has gone to his head. Gentlemen, it is agreed that I write to the Lord High Admiral and convey to him the displeasure of the Board and inform him that he must desist from taking any action of importance to the Navy without consulting it?’

This was unanimously agreed.

The fact that William was at loggerheads with the Board of Admiralty was soon common knowledge.

The Duke of Cumberland, meeting Sir George Cockburn, casually alluded to the matter.

‘Trouble with my brother William, I hear?’

‘His Highness is over zealous,’ said Sir George with a rare caution.

‘Oh, you call it that. I have heard it said that William is just a little mad.’

Sir George relaxed. ‘It might seem so from his actions.’

‘We have to watch William,’ said the Duke confidentially. ‘We have often said – in the family – that we feared he might go the way of his father.’

Sir George was pleased. By God, he thought, Cumberland is right. And we don’t want a madman running the Navy … or trying to.

When William received Sir George’s letter he was furious.

‘Upstart!’ he cried, forgetting Sir George’s long record. ‘Who the hell does he think he’s ordering? I’ll have him know that the Lord High Admiral is not taking orders from him!’

He hoisted his flag on the
Royal Sovereign
and set off along the coast to continue his grand tour which had been interrupted by the death of Prime Minister Canning; and in this again he was defying rules, for he should have asked the Board’s permission before taking the
Royal Sovereign
.

Once again there came a letter of protest from Sir George.

Now the battle had begun in earnest.

He rapped Sir George across the knuckles in a manner which the Admiral found intolerable.

Your letter does not give me displeasure but concern to see one I had
kept
when appointed to this situation of Lord High Admiral constantly opposing what I consider good for the King’s service.

It was too much to be borne. Here was this
fool
– for Sir George could call him nothing else – who had been given this office simply because he was the heir apparent, believing that he could come in and take command over experienced sailors. Now he had had the temerity and insolence to tell Sir George Cockburn that he had
allowed
him to remain, as though he, occupying the sinecure – for it was nothing else – of Lord High Admiral had control over all the British Navy!

He was indeed a madman.

There was only one action to be taken. Sir George must appeal to the Prime Minister, with whom William was already in correspondence demanding the dismissal of Sir George Cockburn. He wished, he said, that Rear-Admiral the Honourable Sir Charles Paget be appointed in his place.

There was nothing Wellington could do but lay this letter before the King, who was extremely irritated by his brother’s folly.

It was inevitable that Cumberland should be at hand when the letter arrived. He had been expecting it. He believed that his pointed observations towards Cockburn had strengthened him in his determination to stand no nonsense from William – not that he would not have stood firm in any case; but the fact that one of the royal brothers believed William to be suffering from a touch of the late King’s malady was added support.

William could not have played better into Cumberland’s hands. But then, it was because of William’s nature that the idea had come to deal with him in this manner.

‘You look weary, George,’ said Cumberland. ‘Disturbing news?’

‘It’s William.’ The King passed the Duke of Wellington’s letter to his brother.

‘Conflict between Sir George and our Lord High Admiral, eh?’

‘William has no sense,’ said the King.

‘A very true statement, alas.’

‘Sometimes I wonder what he’ll do next.’

‘What’s going to happen about this?’

‘I hope Wellington will be able to sort it out. William can be stubborn as a mule. I shall have to write to him and explain, I suppose. Oh, what a bore.’

‘And so unnecessary when there are important State matters with which to concern yourself.’

‘He’s a good fellow, William. He just has a genius for being ridiculous. It was always the same. That long affair with Dorothy Jordan meant that she kept him in order; and now Adelaide does much for him. He is lucky with his women.’

The King sighed – ready to begin an account of his own misfortunes in that direction. But Cumberland was not interested in that. This affair between William and Sir George Cockburn was not over yet. It must become common knowledge. It must be discussed in public. The press would use it, of course. He must make sure that they did so in the correct way.

William is going mad, that was the theme. Who but a man who was not quite balanced would behave as he did? People only had to remember his ridiculous behaviour in the past; his attempts to get married; his long, rambling speeches in the House of Lords; and now he believed, because some high order had been pinned on him, that he could command the dismissal of George Cockburn, the King’s own Privy Councillor, himself appointed to give advice to the Lord High Admiral.

Like the late King, William was capable of the wildest actions.

There were new stakes in the betting clubs. They concerned the Duke of Clarence.

What were the odds against his being in a strait-jacket
before
George’s reign was over?

And then … the little Princess Victoria.

Yes, thought the Duke of Cumberland sourly, and then the Princess Victoria.

Those were days of speculation.

The King was not expected to live, but he had been in that state for several years. He had the constitution of an ox, it was said. No other man could have endured all the dosing and bleeding he had suffered and still be alive. He had led a life of indulgence; he had eaten unwisely and drunk too much; he had kept late hours; he had burdened himself with debts and they must have caused him anxiety; his adventures with women were notorious. He had married Maria Fitzherbert morganatically and his marriage with Queen Caroline had been the most extraordinary in the life of British royalty. He ought to have died years ago – but he still lived on, near death one day and the next in excited consultation with architects planning improvements to Carlton House and the Pavilion, Buckingham House and Windsor Castle, in addition to which he was conferring with Nash whose Regent Street, Carlton House Terrace and terraces of Regent’s Park he declared to be some of the finest architecture in the world.

But in spite of all this – he could not live long.

And then what?

The rumours persisted that if George should die William would go completely off his head.

He was behaving oddly now. There was all this controversy with the Prime Minister over his office of Lord High Admiral. The grave for George; the strait-jacket for William.

And Victoria? The child was rarely seen in public.

Someone had heard from a friend who knew someone in the Duke of Cumberland’s household who had said that the Princess Victoria was a very delicate child. She had a disease of the bones which would not allow her to stand and she was obviously destined for an early grave. Perhaps even before George found a haven in the tomb and William was constricted in his strait-jacket the nation would be mourning the death of little Victoria.

The next in line was the Duke of Cumberland – Ernest with one eye and the scarred face. Battle wounds it was true; but he did have an evil reputation. It would be a long time before people forgot the Sellic case. And there was some dark history connected with the Duchess.

Still, he was a strong man; and what the country needed was a strong man.

In the clubs bets were being taken. There seemed to be a fairly even chance that the next King of England would be King Ernest.

John Conroy wanted to speak to the Duchess of Kent confidentially.

She received him graciously; she was very fond of him, because, she assured herself, a woman needed a man whom she could trust.

He was carrying a newspaper and she saw from his expression that he was disturbed.

‘I want Your Highness to read this,’ he said, ‘and tell me what you think of it.’

She read it. It was an account of Victoria’s weakness. The disease of the bones from which she suffered prevented her from walking. She suffered from other ailments and there was great anxiety for her health in Kensington Palace.

‘But this is a monstrous lie!’ cried the Duchess.

‘Of course it is, Your Highness. But there is a purpose behind it.’

‘Who could find such satisfaction in pretending that a healthy child is an invalid?’

‘Those who want her out of the way.’

The Duchess stood up, her curls quivering, her hands clasped to her buxom bosom. But she had grown pale. Her Victoria in danger!

‘Want … her … out of the way!’ she repeated.

‘I think the Duke of Cumberland has very decided views as to who should inherit the throne.’

‘It is no use his having views. He cannot meddle with the succession.’

‘Not by constitutional means.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘By saying Victoria is a weakling he may have some plan in view.’

‘How do we know
he
has said this?’

‘Madam, this is a matter of the utmost importance. That child who is so dear to us both may well be in acute danger.’

The Duchess’s expression was bewildered. ‘But I don’t understand.’

‘We have to conjecture, Madam. We have to be a step ahead of our enemies. We may be wrong, but we have to consider all possibilities. There have been rumours that the Duke of Clarence is going off his head. It may well be that they have been started by the Duke of Cumberland with the hope that he will be set aside.’

‘Well?’ said the Duchess.

‘The Princess Victoria would still stand in the way of … the Duke of Cumberland and his son.’

‘You terrify me.’

‘Madam, I feel it is necessary to do so.’

‘What do you think he plans for Victoria?’

‘How can I say? But someone is telling lies about her. Preparing the people to accept … something.’

‘They are such foolish lies. One only has to look at her to see how healthy she is.’

‘At the moment … yes.’

‘What
do
you mean?’

‘I cannot say. There may be some plot. Don’t forget the Duke’s valet was found in bed with his throat cut. It was
said
to be suicide.’

‘But … I cannot believe that here … in Kensington Palace … my own child is in danger.’

‘We do not know, Madam. But this could be a warning.’

‘What do you suggest we do?’

‘The first thing is to show these rumours to be lies. The Princess must not be shut away from the public view. She must be seen to walk perfectly, to be in good health. That is the best way of foiling the devil … or devils … who may be working against us.’

‘I will take her for a walk myself … this very day. I shall not let her out of my sight. She shall be guarded. I shall tell Lehzen right away. We must be watchful. Oh dear, how you have alarmed me!’