He came to Kew for rest and relaxation. He liked being at Kew; he liked Windsor too; both places were a refuge. At Kew and Windsor the people came out to see him when he rode past their houses. They dropped curtsies to him as though he were a country squire; and he would stop and ask how the crops were this year, and he could talk knowledgeably about the land, too. He ought to have been a farmer, some said.

But what was the use of trying not to think of the Prince of Wales. His son was in debt, and now there was some talk of his infatuation for a widow. The whole town was talking about it, singing songs about it.

It was no use trying to think of State papers. He would go and see the Queen.

The Queen was at breakfast with her daughters.

Charlotte, the eldest and Princess Royal, looked healthy enough; the others were a trifle pale. He looked at them anxiously for some sign of the family plumpness. He supervised their nursery diet in person; it was the same which had been in force when the Prince of Wales was lord of the nursery. Meat only on certain days and then all the fat was pared off; and if a fruit pie was cooked the pastry was not served to the children—only the fruit; but they could have as many greens as they wished. And they must take fresh air in plenty; they must walk, for exercise was good for them.

He was fond of them, but they were wary of him. It seemed he had gone wrong with his children as well as with his ministers.

"Good morning," said the Queen and the girls stood up and curtsied.

He smiled at them. "Having breakfast, eh, what? Eh? And not over eating, I hope. Don't want to be fat. Family tendency."

The Queen said that it was not a tendency of her side of the family to be fat, and it might well be that the girls would take after her. "Will Your Majesty take some breakfast?"

"Nothing but a dish of tea for me," said the King.

"It is not enough," scolded the Queen as she scolded regularly each morning and no one took the remark seriously.

The King drank his dish of tea and the Princess Royal thought how boring it all was and wondered when they would find a husband for her and she could escape.

She knew that outside the family circle people laughed at the King and Queen. They called them dull and boring; and to listen to their conversation one must agree.

"How time flies," the King was saying.

"I am always quarrelling with time," replied the Queen. "It is so short to do something and so long to do nothing."

"It is long when we are young and short when we grow old."

The Queen was looking pointedly at her daughters: "Nothing angers me so much as to hear people not know what to do. For me I have never half enough time to do things. What makes me more angry still..." A sterner look at Princess Charlotte this time—'is to see people go up to a window and say "What a bad day it is! What shall we do on such a day as this?"

"Do?" I reply. "Employ yourselves and then what signifies a bad day?"

"How dreary it all is! thought Princess Charlotte. No wonder George went wild when he escaped. Who wouldn't? And now he's chasing that widow and everyone is talking about him. Lucky George! I wish he would come here more often. I wish he would talk to us. The only time he ever came to see us was when he imagined himself in love with Mary Hamilton and that was because she happened to be one of our attendants.

What was the latest news of George? Perhaps the King and Queen would talk of him and forget their daughters were present.

But they did not, of course. They were talking of the festivals which the King had started this very year and which meant that everyone must be as enthusiastic about music as their Majesties. And I am not, thought the Princess. She was still a little resentful because the King had said she must have a concert for her birthday celebrations when she would rather have had a ball. "Not like music," the King had said. "Well, Papa," she had replied boldly, "I do not think I have an ear for it."

"No ear for it! What's that mean, eh? what? You'll have to grow ears for it. Music is something you have to learn to like." And the Queen: "His Majesty is quite right, Princess Royal. He expects every member in the family to love music"

How wonderful to be married! As soon as they find a bridegroom for me, she thought, I will start making my wedding dress. I will put every stitch into it myself and all the time I sew I shall be telling myself: I shall soon be free.

She looked at her sister Augusta, who talked too much when their parents were not present and was impatient with the ceremonies of dressing; she allowed her women to dress her exactly as they wished and indeed were it not for them would look a positive scarecrow. As for Elizabeth she did not feel so irked by their restricted lives as the others; she could shut herself away in her room and write poetry. Mary and Sophia were too young to know very much about what they were missing.

The King was talking about the concerts in the Abbey which had been such a success and the box he had had set up there for himself and the Queen and another for the rest of the family. He mentioned Mr. Bates who had played the organ so admirably; and he personally had made arrangements that those who attended the concert should be able to see the organist.

He is so interested in little things, thought the Princess. No wonder everyone says he's an old bore.

"I've been speaking to Dr. Burney about the new arrangement of the Messiah. Dr. Burney is a most excellent man ..."

How many times had she heard of the excellencies of Dr. Burney? How many times had she heard the arrangements for the concerts discussed? And Handel's name was constantly on his lips.

Well, I am eighteen, thought Charlotte, so surely they will find a husband for me soon. Six girls for whom to find husbands. It's quite a number.

"I should like to take a walk," said the King to the Queen, which, thought the Princess, meant that they were going to discuss the latest pranks of George, for clearly the King wished to speak to the Queen alone and as he never discussed State matters with her—considering women unable to understand such weighty problems—quite obviously they were going to discuss that most fascinating of topics: the sins of George.

Oh, why could she not be there! Had he really gone through a mock marriage with The Widow? How exciting! And how typical of George! He was promising to give them as much fun over The Widow as he had over the actress Perdita.

"Princess Royal," said the Queen, tapping her fingers on the table, "my snuff box."

Princess Charlotte rose hastily; she had forgotten this most important duty: to see that Mamma's snuff box was filled and ready for use. The King looked pained; the Queen continued to tap her fingers.

Really, thought the Princess, they care more about silly details like filling a snuff box than the loss of the Colonies.

They were now ready to go out.

The Princesses stood in a row, dropping curtsies, all remembering that they must not forget their dignity and behave as it was called in the household en princesse, which meant that one must never forget that one was a King's daughter and curtsey to some and uphold one's dignity with others.

Lucky George, to have escaped this constant parental surveillance.

In the gardens the King walked with the Queen and for some few minutes discussed the flowers, the paths, the planting of shrubs and trees; then he came to the subject uppermost in his mind.

"You have heard no doubt of the latest scandals created by our eldest son."

"I have," answered the Queen. "It is impossible not to hear. Everyone speaks of it. Schwellenburg tells me that they are singing a song about him."

"A ballad ... not untuneful," said the King, "but it should not have been written about a Prince of Wales."

"I fear that he causes Your Majesty many sleepless nights."

"I have had ten in a row."

"Is there no way of curbing him?" The Queen spoke severely. She had loved George best of all her children. She had been the proudest woman on Earth, she had believed, on the day he had been born; and when she had first seen the bawling lusty male child that she had brought into the world that had been the happiest moment of her life. And she had doted on him. She still looked at the wax image she had had made of him and which she had kept on her dressing table for years. But this arrogant dazzling young dandy was very different from that naked baby; and because George had shown so clearly that he had little time to give to his mother she turned against him now and then. Sometimes she longed for him to come and confide in her, and if he had she would have done all in her power to please him; but since he did not, she gave way to her resentment in little bouts of anger against him.

"Curb that young puppy? How, eh? How curb him, what?"

The Queen bit her lips nervously. She was terrified when the King grew too excited because she remembered an illness he had had some years ago when he had behaved in a very peculiar manner, and she had realized then that he was not quite sound in his mind. Ever since she had been terrified that that illness would recur.

When the King was worried, and she recognized this state of mind by the rapid nature of his speech, her anxieties grew. One subject which could bring the King to this state more than any other was the Prince of Wales.

"No, I suppose it is difficult," she said soothingly.

"He's past twenty-one. He's got the people behind him. He's got that fellow Fox ..."

Fox! Another dangerous subject.

"That man has something to answer for. I'd like to see him in the Tower."

"If only you could order him to be put there."

The King said testily: "Kings in this country have no real power. They have to do what the Parliament says. How could I have Fox put away, eh? Tell me that? How? How? For what? For influencing the Prince of Wales in his drinking, gambling and fornicating habits, eh, what? Imagine them all getting up and screaming about that. Even Pitt would stand against it—much as he hates the fellow. No, we have to put up with Mr. Fox. The fellow is the biggest evil this country has ever known. He runs a gambling house, did you know that, eh, what?"

"I did not know," murmured the Queen.

"Yes, Madam, a gambling house, and he is the boon companion of our son. He's living in sin I happen to know with a woman ... a woman who was once our son's mistress, and they still visit and God knows what they do..." The King's eyes bulged as thoughts of the riotous living of his son, Mr. Fox and Mr. Fox's mistress came into his mind, and he imagined himself indulging in such practices with ... women like Elizabeth Pembroke. "Disgusting!" he cried. "Eh, what?"

"Disgusting," echoed the Queen.

"And he is in debt."

"But you paid his debts."

"That was some time ago. It does not take this ... this ... puppy long ... to run up more debts. He gambles ... gambles all the time. And Carlton House. Why, Madam, that is far more grand than anything you or I have, I do assure you. There is not a man or woman at this Court, I'll swear, who would not consider it a greater honour to be invited to Carlton House than to Buckingham House, St. James's, Kew, Hampton or Windsor."

"Can it be so?"

"It is so, Madam. It is so. And now we have this Widow."

"I have heard of her. They tell me she is a virtuous woman and has repulsed his advances."

"A virtuous woman," said the King; and wondered about her. He had heard that she was beautiful without being brazen, that she wore her hair unpowdered and her face unrouged and unleaded. She sounded a good woman—and she had refused the Prince. "H'm," he continued. "She is a good woman and I rejoice to hear it—but that young jackanapes is making a fool of himself by chasing her all over the place and telling everyone of his passion for her—talking of marriage, if you please."

"That is sheer nonsense."

"Everything he does is sheer nonsense. But I have asked to see his debts and I'll have a detailed account of everything he's spent before I see that they're settled."

"Oh dear, what a trial he is. How could he have become like this?"

The King had the answer to that. It was: "Fox." He went on: "Women chatter. If you hear anything about this affair you should let me know without fail."

"Women chatter far too much."

"That's true, and talk much nonsense, but this is an important matter. Nothing that comes to light should be ignored. I don't like these rumours of marriage. That's what makes me anxious."