Now she did not doubt that she would overcome her mother’s disapproval as she had her teachers’.

‘That is so, Mother,’ she said. ‘There are times when I feel quite old.’

‘My dearest child, you must know that you will soon be leaving us.’

‘Soon, Mother?’ Alarm showed in the blue eyes. ‘Oh – not soon!’

‘The King of France has decided that you shall marry his grandson the Dauphin next year.’

‘Next year!’ The voice was blithe again, the smile serene. In the reckoning of the young Antoinette, next year was an age away.

‘Ah, my child, the time soon passes. I should not want you to disgrace us when you go to France.’

Antoinette’s eyes were wide with amazement. Disgrace them! She, the darling of them all, the little beauty, the petted one, to disgrace them? She did not want to go to France, but it did not occur to her for a moment that she would not instantly win loving admiration in France as she had here in the Schönbrunn Palace.

‘You will find Versailles a little different from your home, my dearest. There is much ceremony, and you will be expected to conform with their customs. I think from now on you and I must spend more time together. There will be a great deal for you to learn. From now on we will often speak French, for since you will one day be the Queen of the French you must speak their language as they do.’ Maria Theresa had spoken the last sentence in French, and her daughter was smiling vaguely. ‘You understand that, do you not?’ asked the Empress.

‘But, Mother, you go much too fast. We do not speak as fast as that in French. And do not let us speak French. I confess I do not greatly like it. It is much more fun speaking our own language when we have so much to say. To speak in a foreign tongue one must pause so often to think … and I do not like that.’

Maria Theresa’s expression was a little grim. She said: ‘It is only one of the lessons we have failed to teach you. In the next few months, my child, you must learn many things. First you shall have a new French tutor – a Frenchman whose accent is impeccable. You will share my apartment so that I may keep an eye upon you.’

The girl threw herself into her mother’s arms, laughing happily.

‘Mother, it will be wonderful to be with you often – so wonderful.’

What could Maria Theresa do but bend her head and kiss the lovely laughing girl?

Suddenly she held her daughter to her in an embrace which was fierce and protective.

‘Holy Mother of God,’ she prayed silently, ‘protect my little one. Make the whole world love her … even as her mother does.’


* * *

During the weeks which followed, Antoinette tried to forget, in the excitement of the preparations for her marriage, the fact that to achieve that marriage she would have to leave her home and her mother. Each day messages arrived in Vienna from Paris. Maria Theresa had heard of the strict etiquette of Versailles; now she was experiencing it. It seemed to be of the utmost importance whose name should first appear on the marriage contract, her own or that of the King of France; how many attendants should accompany the bride into France; how many should part company with her at the border. That the dowry should be discussed at length was comprehensible, but it seemed a little unnecessary that importance should be attached to matters such as who should take a certain place in a procession, and as to what presents should be given by whom to whom; but in the estimation of the French the entire negotiations could break down if one of these small details did not receive its due attention.

Maria Theresa was in financial difficulties, but she was determined that her little daughter should go to her new country richly apparelled and with a dignified escort. The Court dressmakers were busy and young Antoinette was forced to stand impatiently while fine linen, silks, velvets and the finest lace were fitted to her slender form. She tried on precious jewels. This was quite enjoyable; she delighted in the glittering stones, and most of all she admired diamonds.

The beautiful garments, the sparkling gems, the excitement of preparation, made her forget the sorrow of parting, of which they were really the heralds.

I won’t think of it, she would tell herself. Perhaps Mother will come with me after all. Why should she not? We could leave Joseph behind in Vienna.

Thinking thus she could enjoy her preparations, for she realised that if her mother were with her she would have nothing to fear from the French.

Louis, now that he had signified his agreement to the marriage, was determined to show the world that very little had changed in France since the days of le Roi Soleil. He was going to dazzle these Austrians with his magnificence. He gave orders that the Embassy in Vienna should be almost rebuilt, for in its present state it was by no means worthy to house all the guests who would attend the marriage by proxy of his grandson.

While the French Embassy was being rebuilt Maria Theresa was spending a great deal of time with her daughter; she was alternately affectionate and scolding; but the scolding was not without its tenderness. Maria Theresa was not a sentimental woman, but how could she help being utterly charmed by her youngest child? Antoinette was so eager to please that even her wilfulness was charming. It was not that she deliberately refused to concentrate on her lessons but that it was so difficult for her to do so. There were after all so many exciting things to do. There was one tutor with whom she did work hard; he was Noverre, the dancing master.

Noverre was very pleased with his pupil. ‘The Archduchess is the best pupil I ever had,’ he declared. ‘She is so light on her feet, so dainty in her movements, so quick to learn the new steps. Her dancing will excite the admiration of all France.’

But then of course she enjoyed dancing. She would cry when the lesson was over: ‘No, no! I want to try that again.’ And flushed and so pretty, looking like an exquisite doll, she would twirl on her toes, or hold herself with stately majesty, as the dance demanded, and Noverre would applaud and compliment her and declare that the perfection of her movements brought tears to his eyes.

It was quite another matter when a language must be learned, when literature was discussed, or when it was necessary to grapple with mathematics.

Abbé de Vermond, whom Louis had sent to Vienna to be her tutor when he had heard that her mother had appointed two French actors to teach her French, despaired of making great headway with her.

It was not, he wrote to his master, that she was by any means stupid – far from it. Her mind was lively, but it was an impatient mind; it would not allow itself the careful study which was necessary if certain subjects were to be mastered. The Archduchess was somewhat frivolous, and quite lazy where something she was not interested in was concerned. She was far from lazy when it was a matter of dancing or running about the house and garden playing with her friends or the servants. His Majesty must not think that his granddaughter-to-be was not a delightful creature. Indeed it was this very charm of hers which had caused her to be a little spoilt. Not that the spoiling had harmed her character more than to make her lazy-minded and incapable of concentration. She was sweet-natured, generous, graceful of figure and beautiful of face. Indeed, were she a little taller (and it was possible that she yet had time to grow) and were she studious, she would present such an excess of virtue that she would frighten all from her presence.

It was quite clear that, although the Abbé de Vermond despaired of making his charge a scholar, he was completely enchanted with her.

Louis wrote that he was very desirous of greeting his grandson’s wife and that he was having an opera house built at Versailles so that the celebrations might take place there. He was having two carriages specially made by the royal coach-maker in Paris, and these should be sent to Austria to convey his grandson’s bride to her new home; and the Empress might expect any day the arrival of his envoy, Durfort, whom he was sending to Vienna to escort the bride to France.

Now Antoinette must think about her departure. Durfort had arrived. He had ridden to Vienna with forty-eight six-in-hands, in the centre of which procession were the two magnificent carriages which had been specially built in Paris for the use of the future Dauphine.

The Viennese had rarely seen such magnificence, for the coaches were lined with satin inside, while the outsides were painted in brilliant colours, decorated with paintings of golden crowns and covered with a coat of glass. Never before had such beautifully made carriages been seen in the streets of Vienna; and there was great rejoicing in the city and throughout all Austria on account of the French marriage which was calculated to bring such glory and long years of peace to the country.

Maria Theresa took her daughter to her apartments and talked to her long and seriously.

‘My darling,’ she began, ‘it will not be long now before you leave your home.’

Antoinette, seeing herself suddenly face to face with all that this parting would mean, threw herself into her mother’s arms. ‘Mother, need I go?’ she asked childishly.

‘Need you go! Now that is folly, is it not? How could you not go when the King of France has sent his envoy here to take you back with him, when he has had those two magnificent coaches built especially for you, when in a few days’ time your marriage by proxy will take place? No, do not let us waste the precious time left to us in foolish talk. My child, you are so young. Fourteen is not very old, but you will soon be fifteen and heirs to great crowns must not linger in their childhood. Sometimes I blame myself. I have been too indulgent towards you.’

‘Mother, you have been the dearest mother in the world. Whatever happens to me I shall remember that. It is better to have such a memory than all the learning in the world.’

‘Perhaps you are right, my child. But you have been inattentive with your tutors, and your French is not good. Your handwriting is unformed and excessively untidy, for you have done far from well at your lessons. But do not look so downcast. It may be that you have other qualities.’

‘What qualities?’ asked Antoinette eagerly.

‘You are gay, and the French like gaiety. You are pleasant to the eye and they like that too. When you dance you can look very graceful and very stately. We must make do with what you have learned, but dearest, apply yourself more. Do not be so impatient when there are lessons to learn. Never forget that you are the Archduchess of Austria and Dauphine of France. My darling, it may not be long before you are Queen of France. You must make the Court both love and respect you, and that is not always an easy thing to do.’

‘I will do it, Mother,’ said the girl with confidence.

‘I believe you will. But do not be careless of the feelings of those about you. Carelessness makes many enemies. You must make sure that you never offend the King and your new relations.’

‘Most of all my husband,’ said Antoinette with an air of wisdom.

‘I think you will find him forbearing and tolerant. He is young and he will love you, but his grandfather is the King and he may have friends to whom he wishes you to show respect. You must do this, but in such a way that it will bring no disrespect to yourself. You will understand what I mean. You must study their customs and make them your own. When you make your formal renunciation of your Austrian rights before the crucifix, you become a Frenchwoman, and you must never offend French etiquette. Always remember that I shall be here to help you. We may not meet, but there will be letters passing between us. If there is any matter however small which worries you, you must write to me of it. And you must take my advice.’

‘Oh, Mother, it won’t be like a real parting, will it? I can always write, and you can tell me what to do.’

‘Yes, my child, and I shall give you a list of rules which I want you to promise me that you will read once a month. Will you do this, ’Toinette?’

‘Indeed I will.’

‘Read as much as you can, and finish what you start to read. Do not idly begin a book and then put it aside because you wish to dance and play – as you have done so often, my darling. I fear that you will forget to say your prayers, that you will become neglectful of your duties, and lazy. Suppress these faults, my dearest child. Remember that I am thinking of you constantly, that I am praying for you, and that any appeal from you will never fail to touch my heart, and that I would give my life to see you happy.’