“Oh, Ernest was much the same as usual.”

“I hope he is happy in his marriage and has given up his old ways.”

Albert was not sure of that. His stepmother—of whom he had been very fond—had been delighted to see him; and his grandmother had been overwhelmed with emotion.

“But it was sad for her,” said Albert, “for she knew I should soon have to leave her.”

“They all wanted to know about the children, I suppose.”

“Oh yes, we talked of them a great deal, and I remembered some of Vicky's quaint sayings. They were much amused. You would have smiled to see them plying me with questions. My grandmother still calls me her little Alberichen.”

“She must love you dearly.”

“She does indeed. I saw Stockmar.”

“How delighted he must have been!”

“Oh, he was. I often think what we owe him. He has been of great help to us both.”

I agreed fervently.

“Of course he is with his family now and that is what he likes. I have hinted that we should like to see him here. I talked to him of Bertie. I am rather anxious about that boy.”

“Lady Lyttelton thinks highly of him.”

“She is rather a sentimental woman. She is fond of the child.”

“I am glad she is.”

“Yes, yes. But Bertie needs discipline. He will have great responsibilities.”

“Yes…in time.”

“He will have to be trained for them.”

Albert's lips tightened a little. “It is amazing,” he said. “I have scarcely been treated with honor in this country.”

“All that is changing, Albert. I have tried so hard …”

“I know that, my love, but they still look on me as the outsider, the German.”

“People are like that.”

“I am the Queen's husband… that is all. It is amazing to contemplate that that stupid little boy can take precedence over me.”

“Oh…Bertie…I hadn't thought of it.”

“But he will, of course. The Prince of Wales is of greater importance than the Queen's husband.”

“Dear Albert, I wish I could make it otherwise.”

“Oh, it is of no importance. But it is just ironical… that is all.”

But it was important to him, I could see; and I was so sorry and wished I could have made him King. I would have done so immediately if that were possible.

“So,” he went on, “Bertie must be disciplined. Stockmar would know exactly how to handle him.”

“We must try to persuade Stockmar to come,” I said.


* * *

IT WAS MY twenty-fifth birthday. I was getting old. Quite a matron. I would soon be the mother of four children.

Albert lovingly congratulated me and brought me his birthday present.

I cried out in joy for it was a portrait of himself. He looked so handsome—but of course not so handsome as he really was. I told him I could not have anything I liked more.

In the background of the picture the artist had painted a group of angels, their rosy fingers holding a medallion. The words on this were, “Heil und Segan.”

“Health and blessing, my darling,” said Albert.

I kissed the portrait, at which he laughed, well contented.

That was a very happy birthday.


* * *

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARD we heard that Nicholas the First of Russia was on his way to visit us. I was amazed and not a little disconcerted for my pregnancy had advanced to the seventh month, and at such a time I had neither the strength nor the inclination for such a visit.

Sir Robert said we owed this no doubt to my sojourn with Louis Philippe. The Emperor would not want to see too great a friendship between us and the French.

“I really do wish he had not invited himself,” I said. “I hate to be seen like this… and what if he were shot?”

Sir Robert looked startled.

“There are so many anarchists in the world,” I went on, “and the Russians go in for that sort of thing. I do believe he is a very strange man.”

“His visit will be good for relations between this country and Russia,” said Sir Robert.

And Albert agreed with him.

So I must perforce receive the Emperor. He arrived in his ship, the Black Eagle, and I took him to Windsor Castle, which seemed to me the most suitable place for the visit. He was most impressed by it, and said, in a rather courtly fashion, that it was worthy of me.

I was always delighted when people admired Windsor. After my initial dislike of it, it had become one of my favorite homes. Albert had made me appreciate it. He had loved it from his first sight of it, and the forest was an enchantment to him as it was becoming to me. I smiled to remember the old days when I had hated to leave London because it always seemed more alive than anywhere I knew. Now it seemed noisy, and I missed the wonderful country air which Albert had taught me to appreciate.

I found the Emperor a very strange man. His appearance was quite frightening; his eyelashes were white and his eyes had a stark staring look so that one could see the whites all around the pupils, which made him look a little mad. I had heard that in his youth he had been a very handsome man. I could scarcely believe that.

He was a tough soldierly type but extremely courteous to me, though I must say that when he smiled he looked quite malevolent. He certainly had odd manners. In spite of the fact that I gave him a state bedroom in the castle, he sent his valet down to the stables to procure hay. He had brought with him a leather sack and the hay was stuffed into this; and this was his bed. He was most eccentric.

Sir Robert said we must not offend him and show him great honor during his visit as he was politically important. So I gave myself up to the task of entertaining him. He accompanied me on a review in Windsor Park, and I took him to the races and to the opera. I gave a concert in his honor in Buckingham Palace. Fortunately Joseph Joachim was in England at the time, so I engaged him to perform for the Emperor.

I found it all very tiring, due to my condition, and I went through one of those spells of resentment that descended on me during my pregnancies.

But in spite of his odd soldierly ways, I could not have had a more considerate companion than the Emperor; he was obviously impressed by Albert, and told me he had never seen a more handsome young man, who radiated not only nobility but goodness. Nothing pleased me more than when appreciation for Albert was expressed; and when Sir Robert discussed the uneasy state of Turkey with the Emperor, the latter said that he did not want an inch of Turkish soil for himself, but he would not allow anyone else to have any. Sir Robert thought the visit had been well worthwhile. And not only Sir Robert. In spite of the short notice and the inconvenient time it was universally proclaimed a success. It was yet another example of the fact that when one is a queen, one's royal duties must come before personal inclinations.


* * *

I WAS NOW getting to the unwieldy stages of pregnancy and not inclined to much activity. It was unfortunate that at this time a crisis should arise in the government.

The idea of losing Sir Robert Peel was now almost as alarming to me as, such a short while ago, it seemed, it had been of losing Lord Melbourne.

There was trouble everywhere. Indeed that seemed to be the usual state of parliaments. I had a notion that politicians were more concerned with their own advantage than they were for the country, for every time some trouble arose the opposition was always ready to put the entire blame for it on the government in power, instead of combining their energies with those of the government in an effort to put it right.

There was trouble in Ireland. When was there not? The French had imprisoned the British ambassador on the island of Tahiti, which they had recently occupied and this meant that our relations with France had deteriorated so considerably since I had enjoyed my visit to Louis Philippe that it was feared there might be war between our two countries. This was the last thing we wanted, and Sir Robert said we must do our best to improve relations.

The most significant of all was the defeat of the government in a proposal to reduce the tax on sugar. This was particularly disagreeable because the defeat had been brought about by rebels in the Tory party.

I was incensed. I was in no fit state to be worried; and if the government were defeated and had to go to the country, a Whig ministry might be formed and I should lose Sir Robert.

It seemed ironical that I should have once bemoaned the loss of the Whigs and was now alarmed that they should come back into power. But it was not the party that was of such importance to me; it was the leaders. I should never, of course, feel the same emotional attachment to Sir Robert as I had to Lord Melbourne. That would be impossible now that Albert was beside me. But Albert had opened my eyes and made me see what a wonderful man we had in Sir Robert; and the thought of losing him worried me considerably.

Sir Robert told us all about it. There was a group of rebels in the Tory party; and it was due to this that the crisis had arisen.

“Who are these rebels?” I asked.

“There is a certain Benjamin Disraeli,” Sir Robert told us. “He is an odd fellow, and I believe one to be watched.”

“Most certainly he is, if he is going to attempt to bring about the fall of my government,” I retorted grimly.

“He is Jewish, and I would say very persistent. He was returned for Shrewsbury and he had the temerity to ask for a government post in the new ministry. I refused and he did not greatly care for that.”

“He was resentful, I daresay,” said Albert.

“He has a very high opinion of himself. A strange fellow. He has published a book. Sybil. The theme of this was that the rights of labor are as sacred as the rights of property. He is particularly articulate. He married Wyndham Lewis's widow, who brought him her fortune.”

“He sounds a most unsatisfactory type of person,” I said.

“She herself wrote to me extolling her husband,” said Sir Robert. “She said how desirous he was of a place in the government.”

“She would appear to be fond of him,” I put in.

“It is hardly the way ministerial posts are given,” added Albert.

“I think, nevertheless,” went on Sir Robert, “he is a man to be watched.”

“A troublemaker,” I said. “I hope he gets what he deserves.”

There was great excitement everywhere because it was generally believed that the government would not survive the vote of no confidence. However, that little scare came to nothing. Men like that rebel Disraeli might want to oppose their leader, but the last thing they wanted was to see the Whigs in power; and at the critical moment the rebels supported the Prime Minister; and the government was saved.

I could now give myself up to preparations for my confinement.

August came, hot and stifling, and with it my fourth child. It was another boy. We called him Alfred and Ernest—after Albert's father and brother—and Albert after his father.

Two boys and two girls. Surely that was an adequate family.

Now I must have a rest from the wearisome business.


* * *

BEFORE THE MONTH was out we had another royal visitor. This time it was the Prince of Prussia, brother to the King. I did not know then that he was to become the first Emperor of Germany.

We took a great liking to each other. Albert and he were immediately good friends, having so much in common. He was interested in the children and Vicky made a very good impression. Indeed everyone was amazed by her good looks and intelligence. Albert was growing more and more proud of her.

When the Prince left, Albert thought I needed a holiday. That year we had acquired Osborne House—a dear little place which had always fascinated me in the days when Mama and I stayed at Norris Castle on the Isle of Wight. Close to the castle was a copse called Money Copse. It was said that during the Civil War the owner of Osborne House had buried his money in the copse. It had been searched for innumerable times but never come to light. I doubted it ever would, but it added something to the place.

We had talked over the matter of having a little house to which we could retire when we were in need of a little solitude, and the Prime Minister had thought it an excellent idea to buy Osborne House. The only thing I had against it was that it had once belonged to Sir John Conroy. But I was ready to forget that because I had always liked it. Its one drawback was that the odious man had once lived there, but as he had sold it some time before, that could no longer be held against it.