Courting Her Highness Part 5

"My daughter is a very beautiful and charming girl," said Sarah.

"I am sure, having such a mother, she could be nothing else," was Sunderland's reply.

Sarah waved such flattery aside impatiently. "My Lord Marlborough, however, is not in great favour of the match."

"And why not, I pray you tell me."

"Oh, Lord Spencer is a Whig and my lord is a staunch Tory."

"My son would be guided by me in all matters of importance."

Would he? wondered Sarah. She remembered how the Whiggish prig had denounced his father's conduct. But that was of no great concern. If Sunderland could not manage his son, she would manage her son-in-law. The important point was to have the three most powerful families together.

"I will tell Lord Marlborough what you say," she replied; "it might influence him."

She was elated. Sunderland seemed so eager for the alliance with the Churchills that she believed he would do her work for her. How much better if he would persuade dear sentimental Marl of the advantages. Far better to come from him than from her.

"Perhaps you should see my lord Marlborough," she told Sunderland. "He would be interested to hear what you have to say on this matter. As for myself, I must hurry to the Princess. I see I am overdue."

Sunderland took his leave of her and she thought how much she would have liked to have been present when he talked to her husband. But she had her duties. Always her duties. Those trivial little tasks for which she was always having to hurry back to the Princess's bedchamber.

How much more time she would have to do useful things if she could delegate these simple homely tasks to someone whom she could trust. What she wanted was some colourless person whom the Princess would not notice about the apartment; someone who would do what had to be done quietly and efficiently and call no attention to herself.

Abigail Hill!

Why had she not thought of that before? Abigail was just the one she needed. And what advancement for Abigail! From Mother of the Maids to chamber woman in the Princess's own bedchamber. The girl would be grateful to her kind benefactress to the end of her days. She would want to repay her kindness in the only way she could; and that would be to work for the benefit of Lady Marlborough for the rest of her life.

"Abigail Hill!" said Lady Marlborough aloud. "Why of course. Abigail Hill!"

As Mother of the Maids Abigail had opportunities of seeing her brother and sister. Alice was delighted with her position which brought her two hundred pounds a year-a vast sum-and plenty of entertainment besides.

Abigail soon gathered that, like everyone else in the Duke of Gloucester's household, she adored him. He was an extraordinary boy with his frail body and active mind, his great interest in military matters, his army of ninety boys whom he drilled and inspected daily, his droll sayings, his ability to foretell events, for, declared Alice, he had a.s.suredly foretold the death of his old nurse Mrs. Pack, and that was years ago, before the death of Queen Mary.

"Often," said Alice, "the Princess comes to visit him and cousin Sarah is sometimes with her. It is true, you know Abigail, the Princess does adore our cousin; and they say she is ruled by her in all things."

"How strange that she should be," mused Abigail. "She ... a Princess!"

"Well, our cousin is handsome, bold and clever."

"Brazen, I should say," mused Abigail. "I never knew anyone with such effrontery."

"We at least have to be grateful for it. Remember that."

"Have no fear, Alice. We shall never be allowed to forget."

"Do you know, Abby, I feel proud to be connected with her."

Abigail nodded and said nothing.

When she saw her brother John he talked excitedly about the household of the Prince of Denmark.

"He's kind," was John's verdict, "and always on the point of falling asleep. Someone said of him that it is only the fact that he breathes which makes you know he's alive-in all else he is dead. It's true he says little; but you should see him eat-and drink. And his answer to everything is 'Est il possible?' In the household they call him Old Est il Possible? But he is rarely annoyed and everyone likes working for him as they do for the Princess."

"Is he often with the Princess?"

"Yes. But when he visits her he falls asleep. Then she talks to our cousin who is always in attendance."

It was remarkable how the conversation always came back to Sarah.

"How does he feel about cousin Sarah? He must be put out by her influence over his wife."

"He is never put out. He has the sweetest temper in the world. Besides, the Princess dotes on our cousin and for that reason he too is fond of Cousin Sarah."

Abigail considered this and believed she would never understand how one who was as overbearing and took no pains to be pleasant should be so admired.

But when she was face to face with her cousin she was conscious of Sarah's power. This happened one day when a message was brought to her that Lady Marlborough wished to speak to her without delay.

Abigail went at once to Sarah's apartment which was connected with the Princess's by a staircase; and there Sarah was impatiently waiting her.

"Ah, Abigail Hill."

Yes, she was magnificent; her handsome looks, her vitality, her strident voice; her laughter sudden and coa.r.s.e; her presence commanding.

"You sent for me, Lady Marlborough?"

Sarah nodded. "I have good news for you. You have done well at your post and I am going to see that you are rewarded."

"Your ladys.h.i.+p is good to me." Abigail gave no indication of her apprehension. What would be her reward? Not to return to St. Albans!

"I know that I can trust you. I am going to put you closer to the Princess."

"I ... I see." Abigail's face had become faintly pink; it would show, she was aware, in her nose and she would look even more unattractive than usual.

"Yes," went on Sarah, "I know that you are well aware how to be discreet. You will be a chambermaid and you will do small tasks for the Princess ... fetching and carrying when necessary. It is a pleasant post; in fact it is close to my own. You will not only be near the Princess but near me."

"I don't know how to thank you, Lady Marlborough."

"You will please me if you do your work well. The Princess needs you to bring what she wants without her asking. You must antic.i.p.ate her needs. See that her dish of sweetmeats is replenished, that her cards are always at hand and that none is lost and that they are replaced when necessary; you will see that her clothes are in order, that when she needs gloves you have them. At the same time you must behave as though you are not there. Her Highness would not wish you to intrude. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lady Marlborough."

"I am glad. You will take over tasks which I once performed and for which I now have not the time. Your duty in fact is to let it seem that I am there when I am not. Speak only to the Princess when spoken to. I doubt she will speak to you. You will discover what is needed of you as time goes on. I am going to take you to Her Highness now and explain that you will be there to perform the more menial tasks of the bedchamber. Don't forget. Don't speak unless you are spoken to. You will have to remember that you are in the presence of Royalty. Do you think you can?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Very good. Then come with me."

Sarah swept imperiously into the Princess's apartments where Anne was at her table writing a letter.

"My dear, dear Mrs. Freeman," she said, looking up and smiling. She peered past Abigail as though she were not there. "How pleasant it is to see you. You can seal this letter for me."

"Abigail Hill will do it, Mrs. Morley. I have brought her along that she may be of use to you."

"Abigail Hill," murmured the Princess.

"The poor relation I told you about. She is the one who is going to have the bedchamber post. You'll find her a good modest creature."

"I am so glad, dear Mrs. Freeman."

"I have schooled her thoroughly so you will not have any trouble there. She will seal your letters. She will make herself useful without disturbing you in the least. That is what I have trained her to do."

"How good of you, my dear."

"As Mrs. Morley knows, she can always rely on Mrs. Freeman to look to her comfort."

"I know, I know."

Sarah signed to Abigail to seal the letter. Abigail's fingers felt wooden; then she realized that neither Sarah nor the Princess were aware of her. How strange, thought Abigail, the letter was addressed to the King. She, homely Abigail Hill, was sealing a letter from the Princess to the King; and what was said in that letter could possibly have a bearing on history. She had never felt quite so important in the whole of her life as she did at that moment.

Sarah was telling the Princess about her newly married daughter Henrietta and that Anne would soon be of an age to marry. The Princess nodded and cooed and now and then spoke of "my boy" in such an affectionate way that Abigail thought how human she was, and how much less terrifying than Lady Marlborough. One would have thought that Sarah was the Queen and Anne the subject.

When she had sealed the letter she laid it on the table.

"Just make yourself useful," said Sarah. "Mrs. Danvers will tell you anything you want to know. She has been with the Princess for years. But if there is anything you think she should need, you should ask me if she should have it. The great point is to remember not to disturb the Princess. She does not want to see you nor hear you."

"Dear Mrs. Freeman," murmured Anne, "what should I do without you?"

Sarah congratulated herself on a shrewd move when she put Abigail into the Princess's bedchamber. Abigail would be recognized as one of Sarah's women and it would be known that she would look out for her benefactress's interests. Moreover, Abigail was efficient; that had been made obvious at St. Albans. And what was more important she was no pusher. She would keep her place and not attempt to curry favour with the Princess as some of the others did. She was so colourless (apart, thought Sarah with a snort of amus.e.m.e.nt, from her nose) and so quiet that one scarcely noticed she was there.

Sarah had tested this by asking the Princess what she thought of the new chamber woman.

"Oh," Anne had replied, "is there one?"

"My dear Mrs. Morley, don't you remember I presented her to you?"

"You have done me so many favours, Mrs. Freeman. Can you expect me to remember them all?"

"All that I hope is that she is not making herself offensive as some of these bold and brazen pieces do."

"I am sure she has not, for I did not know that she was there."

"And you have found nothing amiss? All that you have needed has been done?"

"My dear, dear Mrs. Freeman, I am so well tended ... thanks to you. Oh yes, I know it is you I have to thank for the smooth running of my household."

Nothing could have pleased Sarah better.

Abigail was pleased too. She took her orders from Mrs. Danvers, went about the apartment silent-footed and efficient, and she knew that although she was often in the presence of the Princess, perhaps because the latter was shortsighted, perhaps because Abigail was just another woman to her, she was not aware of her as an individual, although any personal service was always rewarded with a kindly smile.

But it was a pleasant life. The fact of being near the Court greatly appealed to Abigail. She listened to all that was said; she enjoyed hearing stories of the Court of King Charles II and the drama which had followed close on his death. There were many who remembered well how Monmouth had collected an army and calling himself King Monmouth-or perhaps others had called him that?-had attempted to take the crown from James. She heard how William had sailed to England from Holland because he had been invited to take the crown; and how Mary his wife had followed him and the two sisters Mary and Anne had, it was said, broken their father's heart.

And this Princess whom she served was that same woman who had defied her father and helped to send him into exile, who had circulated stories about her own half brother not being her father's child at all, but a spurious baby who had been introduced into her stepmother's bed by means of a warming pan.

Abigail felt that she were living close to history; it could be said that people like the plump, lazy-looking woman whom she served made history. Perhaps her own cousin, Sarah Churchill, did, for she would tell Anne what to do if ever Anne became Queen and it seemed likely that she would. Why not Abigail Hill?

Life had become suddenly more exciting than she had ever dreamed possible. She even had a notion that she was not quite as unattractive as she had always been led to believe.

Alice sent a message to her telling her that the young Duke of Gloucester was parading his army in the gardens of Kensington Palace, and as the King was to inspect them this was a special occasion and there would be quite a little party going to see this. Why should not Abigail join in. John would be there and so would a friend of Alice's. She would have an opportunity of seeing the King at closer quarters than she was ever likely to again.

So Abigail asked Mrs. Danvers for leave of absence which was readily given. It was rare, Mrs. Danvers had commented, that one found a chambermaid of Abigail Hill's stamp, who moved about so quietly that you did not notice she was there, yet managed that everything that should be done was done. A little gaiety would not come amiss either, thought Mrs. Danvers; for although the girl was small and plain, she was also young.

Abigail neatly and very inconspicuously dressed in her discreet grey dress and short black cape found Alice in a red silk gown cut away to show a black satin petticoat with a white calico border; she also wore a black silk scarf and a black and red spotted hood.

Abigail scarcely recognized her and guessed that she was spending a great deal of her salary on her clothes instead of saving as she should. John too showed his love of finery in his brown frieze coat, breeches of the same colour and light drugged waistcoat; he wore a freshly curled wig and looked quite magnificent. Abigail would have seemed incongruous beside such fas.h.i.+onable people but for the fact that John had brought a friend with him, who was as soberly dressed as Abigail herself.

"This is Samuel Masham," said John. "I wonder you and my sister haven't met, Sam, for she is now in the Princess's household."

Samuel Masham bowed over Abigail's hand. He already knew Alice, it seemed.

"I am in the household of the Prince of Denmark," he said.

Abigail asked if he were satisfied with his post, and he replied that he was very well satisfied.

"One is fortunate to get into the royal household," he said. "Particularly in my case. I'm the youngest of eight sons."

"And I believe," said Abigail, "that His Highness is an indulgent master."

"The best in the world."

"The Princess is kindly too."

"Oh yes, we are fortunate indeed."

"I should not care to be in the service of the King," put in John.

"I should say not!" cried Alice. "I'm told he awakes in none too good a temper and lays about him with his cane on those who are unlucky enough to wait on him."

The four of them laughed and John added: "The clever ones keep out of his way until the day wears on and he becomes more mellow."

"It's due to all that Hollands Gin he drinks in the Hampton Banqueting House," Alice explained. "What a strange man he is! They say that he is filled with remorse because he was unfaithful to Queen Mary and she left a letter reproaching him. Who would have believed that he would ever have been anyone's lover."

"You've seen the Countess of Orkney, I'll swear," asked John.

"Yes," said Alice. "She's so odd looking. Her eyes are so peculiar. Squinting Betty they call her. Yet she was the only mistress he ever had, so they say; and there's some that are sure he still meets her-but only when he goes to Holland."

Abigail and Samuel Masham said nothing, but stood quietly listening to the conversation of the other two. There seemed to be an accord between them; and Abigail sensed that he was taking everything in, even as she was, but that he was not eager to let them know what he was thinking.

"We should get into our places," said Samuel. "The display is about to begin."