Courting Her Highness Part 42

Marlborough turned the subject to the proposed colonelcy for John Hill.

How much he wished to please Her Majesty she herself knew. The fact was that there were old soldiers in his Army who had served through many battles-deserving men. It was a commander's chief duty to keep his men happy. If favours were bestowed on men because of their charming relatives this was bad for the Army.

"Madam," he said, "we have won many great victories but we are not yet at peace. I cannot endanger the future of this country by making discord in the ranks. This would most certainly happen if a high command were given to an inexperienced soldier when veterans were overlooked."

"So you will not give this colonelcy to Hill?"

"Madam, I would resign my post rather than do so."

He bowed himself from her presence.

She was not a fool. At least on this point he spoke good sense. She would not give up, of course; but it seemed as though Abigail's brother might have to wait until he was a little more experienced before he received promotion.

Abigail was disconsolate because she had failed to give the colonelcy to her brother; but she believed that this was a small matter compared with the great victory which was just in reach.

She was certain that very soon the G.o.dolphinChurchill Ministry would be defeated and Robert Harley's set up in its place.

The Duke of Marlborough was preparing to leave for Flanders for the spring campaign and came once more to the Queen before he left.

Anne was gracious to him, for she had always had a fondness for him, and even when she felt him to be most dangerously arrogant he was always charming.

"I have come to speak to Your Majesty on behalf of the d.u.c.h.ess?" said Marlborough, and immediately noticed the stubborn set of the Queen's lips. "She wishes to remain in the country a great deal and asks that her posts may be bestowed on her daughters."

Anne was relieved. "This should be so," she said, and her relief was obvious. Anything, she was implying, to be rid of Sarah.

The Duke took his leave and Sarah arrived to thank the Queen for bestowing honours on her family.

Anne listened, in silence, and when Sarah asked if there had been some misunderstanding, she replied, "There has been none. But I wish never to be troubled more on this subject."

Sarah opened her mouth in protest. But Anne repeated that she did not wish to be troubled more on the subject.

Sarah knew that she was defeated.

For once she had nothing to say.

Marl was going away once more; and now everything depended on the outcome of the trial of Dr. Sacheverel.

Abigail was alarmed. She realized now that she was in the forefront of the battle for power. At last her importance had been recognized. Not only was it known that she had ousted Sarah Churchill from her place in the Queen's affections, but she had allied herself with Robert Harley, making it possible for him to have many an intimate interview with the Queen, so that now there was consternation in the Whig Ministry-for the Queen had the power to dismiss Parliament-and it was realized that the trouble could be traced to one who had seemed to be nothing more than a humble chambermaid.

First it was a whisper, then a slogan; and after that it was a battle cry: "Abigail Masham must go."

The Earl of Sunderland, Marlborough's son-in-law, always inclined to rashness, declared that nothing must be spared to banish Abigail Masham from the scene of politics. His plan was that Marlborough should give the Queen an ultimatum: either Abigail Masham left the Queen's service or the Duke of Marlborough would.

There was a conference at Windsor Lodge, presided over by Sarah.

"It is too risky," said Marlborough. "What if she should choose Masham."

"And disrupt the Army!" cried Sarah.

Marlborough looked tenderly at his wife; and even as he did so he thought how different everything might have been if she had not lost the Queen's favour by her own rash outspokenness, and her inability to see another point of view than her own. But how could he blame Sarah? He loved her as she was. Had she been sly like Abigail Masham she would not have been his das.h.i.+ng flamboyant Sarah.

"We have powerful enemies," he reminded her.

"Harley. St. John-that cabal ... and of course whey-faced Masham."

"The Queen cannot afford to lose you," Sunderland reminded his father-in-law. "She will have to give way."

G.o.dolphin, feeling tired and each day growing more and more weary of political strife, believed it was an odd state of affairs when a government must concern itself with the dismissal of a chambermaid. But he was too tired to allow himself to protest.

"At least," said Sarah, "we did not allow Masham's brother his colonelcy. It shows that we only have to take a firm stand."

She laid her arm on her husband's shoulders. "I will have Brandy Nan recognize your greatness however much she tries to shake her silly head while she gabbles her parrot phrases."

G.o.dolphin looked a little shocked to hear the Queen given such an epithet; but Sarah and Sunderland won the point and Marlborough was induced to write a letter to the Queen pointing out that she must either dismiss Mrs. Masham or himself.

Robert Harley was a man who liked to work in the shadows and had spies concealed in all places where he believed they could serve him best. Even as Marlborough was writing his letter to the Queen news was brought to him of what it would contain.

Abigail or Marlborough. It would be a difficult choice; for although Marlborough would not be accepted as a military dictator of the state he must undoubtedly remain Commander-in-Chief in Europe until a satisfactory peace had been made.

Harley called on Abigail and as a result Abigail went to the Queen.

Anne knew at once that something was worrying her favourite as soon as she saw her.

"The baby is well?" she began.

Abigail knelt before Anne and buried her face in the Queen's voluminous skirts.

"They are trying to part me from Your Majesty," she cried.

"What!" cried Anne, her mottled cheeks turning a shade less red, her dulaps trembling.

"Yes, Madam. Marlborough is going to offer you a choice. Either I go or he does."

"He cannot do this."

"He will, Madam. I have heard that he has already written the letter and that it is only because Lord G.o.dolphin is a little uncertain that it has not yet reached you. The d.u.c.h.ess and Lord Sunderland are in favour of it and ... it will not be long before they have persuaded G.o.dolphin."

"I shall not let you go."

"Madam, they may make it impossible for you to keep me."

"Oh dear," sighed Anne. "What troublemakers they are! Why should they wish to part me from my friends!"

She was agitated. Lose Abigail! It was impossible. And yet these clever men with their devious ways were trying to drive her into a corner.

"There is no time to waste," she said. "I will send for Lord Somers at once and tell him how kindly I feel towards the Duke of Marlborough and how I hope that I shall soon have an opportunity of demonstrating my affection for him. At the same time I will tell him that I will never allow any of my ministers to part me from my friends."

Abigail looked up into the Queen's face and seeing the obstinate set of the royal lips was rea.s.sured.

G.o.dolphin paced up and down the chamber at Windsor Lodge.

"It's no use," he said, "she'll never give up Masham. You can be sure that our enemies abroad are getting the utmost amus.e.m.e.nt out of this situation. The Government versus a chambermaid. It is making us ridiculous."

Marlborough saw the point as Sarah would not. It was for this reason that G.o.dolphin had chosen a moment to speak to the Duke when he was alone.

Ridicule could be a strong weapon in an enemy's hand. In war an Army needed to have as many points in its favour as could be seized; and none was too small to be ignored.

G.o.dolphin was right; Sarah and Sunderland were wrong. This battle between a Commander-in-Chief of an army and a chambermaid must not be allowed to become a major issue.

"I shall not offer the Queen the ultimatum," said Marlborough. "I shall write to her though and let her know how mortified I am to be exposed to the malice of a bedchamber woman."

"This is better," agreed G.o.dolphin. "For G.o.d's sake don't drive the Queen into a corner, for in such a position she could become the most obstinate woman alive."

"We must find other means of dislodging Mrs. Masham," agreed the Duke sombrely.

"Better secretly than openly. You will go to visit the Queen."

"I suppose it should be done."

So Marlborough came to London to see the Queen who received him graciously, anxious to show him that her coolness towards his wife did not extend to him.

This is a victory for Marlborough, said Marlborough's friends.

But Robert Harley and his friends knew that the triumph was theirs. Marlborough had wanted to force the Queen to a choice between himself and Abigail; and had been afraid of the result. Triumph indeed.

The trial of Dr. Sacheverel was causing a great deal of excitement throughout London. Anne, who had hoped to attend Westminster Hall incognito, had been recognized by the crowds who had shouted: "G.o.d Save the Queen and Dr. Sacheverel."

Anne, acknowledging the royal greetings, knew that the people were with her and that the anger they obviously displayed was not directed against her but the Lord Treasurer, G.o.dolphin, who had brought the case against Sacheverel, and G.o.dolphin was, of course, a member of that family which was seeking to take over the government of the country.

She believed then that if she dissolved the Whig Parliament the Tories would undoubtedly be returned to power at the next election. This was pleasing to contemplate, for she was heartily tired of G.o.dolphin, and if he were dismissed from his office he would take Sunderland with him ... and dear Mr. Harley could form the government he had mentioned to her in their secret conversations. Then there would be no more threats of taking Abigail from her, for Abigail and Harley were very dear friends.

Therefore it was quite pleasant to hear the shouts of the people as she pa.s.sed through the streets; knowing that although they were threatening to riot for the sake of Sacheverel, they had no quarrel with their Queen.

In the hall she made her way to the curtained box from which she would watch the trial, and she saw that one of the ladies in attendance was the d.u.c.h.ess of Marlborough. What a nuisance that woman was! She immediately disturbed Anne's peace of mind although, the Queen noticed, not without pleasure, she was a little more subdued on this occa.s.sion, no doubt being fully aware of the anger of the people against her party.

But it was not in Sarah's nature to be subdued for long. Very soon she was fussing as to whether the ladies should stand or sit and even went so far as to approach the Queen to remind her that the trial was likely to be long and that she had not given her ladies the required permission to sit.

"By all means, sit," said Anne coolly, without glancing at the d.u.c.h.ess.

Sarah saw the glances which were exchanged between several of them, and the colour heightened in her cheeks. It was difficult to restrain her fury.

When she saw that the d.u.c.h.ess of Somerset did not however sit, but took up her stand behind the Queen's chair, Sarah approached her imperiously. "And why, pray," she demanded, "do you not sit since Her Majesty has given the permission to do so?"

"I do not care to sit," replied the d.u.c.h.ess of Somerset, and added: "In her Majesty's presence."

"Is Your Grace implying that I am ignorant of Court procedure?" Sarah's voice was high pitched and audible.

"I imply nothing," answered the d.u.c.h.ess of Somerset. "I merely say that I prefer to stand."

Sarah sat down on her stool, glowering.

Oh dear, thought Anne, how pleasant it would be if I could be rid of that woman.

The trial lasted for several days and on each day the Hall was crowded. All the members of Parliament were present and as the Hall was full to overflowing those who could not obtain admittance filled the streets about the building.

With each day it became clearer with whom popular sympathy lay. The people who had taken the Queen to their hearts declared that she was with them on the side of Sacheverel against the Whig ministry led by G.o.dolphin and supported by the Marlborough faction. This was more than the trial of Dr. Sacheverel. The fate of the government was at stake.

When at last Sacheverel was found guilty of the charges brought against him, he was given such a light sentence that his supporters took this as a victory for them. He was simply forbidden to preach for three years and his sermon was to be burned before the Royal Exchange in the presence of the Lord Mayor and Sheriffs of London and Middles.e.x.

That night the bonfires were lighted and there was great rejoicing in the streets.

THE LAST MEETING.

he sound of carousal could be heard in St. James's Palace. Abigail smiled secretly as she ministered to the needs of the Queen.

Dear Masham! thought Anne, I should like to honour her with a t.i.tle, but if I did, could I expect a lady of rank to do the menial tasks she does for me? I do not want any change. I want everything to be as it is now between us.

"There is excitement in the streets tonight, Madam."

"Yes, Masham. The people regard this as a victory for Dr. Sacheverel."

"And for Your Majesty. They have linked you with him. So often I have heard them shout, Long Live the Queen and Dr. Sacheverel."

"He stands for the Church and I do not believe my present Government has the good of the Church at heart."

"Your Majesty will doubtless soon have a new Government."

"I have had pet.i.tions from the people to dissolve the present Parliament."

"Bringing Dr. Sacheverel to trial has ruined them," added Abigail.

"I shall seek an early opportunity of dissolving Parliament so that the people will have a chance of electing the Government they want."

Abigail was exultant. This would be good news for Robert Harley and she would convey it to him at the earliest possible moment, although, of course, he knew, for the outcome was inevitable.

"Play to me for a while," said the Queen. "I have a fancy for a little music."

So Abigail went to the harpsichord and played the Queen's favourite Purcell airs, but as she played there was such a sound of conversation from the ante-room that she stopped and, turning to the Queen, saw that she had fallen asleep.

Abigail went to the ante-room where she saw Lady Hyde and Lady Burlington laughing together.