A Dukedom was not enough for one whom she admired, as she did Shrewsbury; and the Garter should be his.
“So it is the Garter for Shrewsbury!” cried Sarah. “A Dukedom and the Garter!”
“She knew that I wanted the Garter for my boy.”
“You can want all you like. She can’t do enough for that man. You can guess why, Mrs. Morley.”
“You don’t mean …”
“What else? I have heard that she starts and blushes every time he comes into the room. Well, you can’t wonder at it when you consider Caliban. And what of the Villiers woman too! Naturally the Queen wants a little fun.”
“As you say considering Caliban …”
They laughed together, Anne a little bitterly because she was furious that Gloucester had been denied the Garter.
“You know what Jack Howe says …” went on Sarah.
“Pray tell me.”
“You know, Mrs. Morley, that Jack Howe was dismissed from the Queen’s service, but he knew much of what went on there and he said that if William died she would go so far as to marry Shrewsbury.”
“He is supposed to be handsome, Mrs. Freeman, but that eye of his is so repulsive.”
“William has Squint-eyed Betty and you know the Queen thinks William has such good taste.”
It was like Sarah to be able to make her laugh when she was feeling so miserable about the loss of Gloucester’s Garter.
“Oh, Mrs. Freeman, do you believe this?”
“I do,” said Sarah.
More than that she was determined that others were going to believe it too.
Mary wondered whether the child had expected to have the Garter; she guessed that there would be a good deal of light chatter when his mother was about; and his ears were alert for everything that was said. She feared he might be disappointed and therefore decided that she would give him a present instead.
She had a beautiful bird in a cage brought to her; it was of a rare species and the same blue colors as the Garter.
Surely a bird would be more exciting to a child who could not understand the honor implied.
When Gloucester next came to see her she received him with great affection, complimented him on his glowing looks and asked how the army was progressing. He delighted to tell her that his men were shaping well and when they were ready he intended to offer them to the King.
Mary assured him that the King would be delighted.
“And now I have a present for you,” she said.
He looked pleased; he was certain that she was going to offer him a blue ribbon. He had heard so much talk about the Garter between his parents that he had begun to regard it with awe and look forward to the day he would wear it over his uniform. All his soldiers must be told in advance that it was a great honor and they must have a special field day to mark the occasion.
So when the Queen’s woman brought in a bird in a cage he was taken aback.
“There!” said Mary. “Is that not a beautiful creature.”
Gloucester regarded the bird intently. “Yes, it is a beautiful creature,” he said.
“I knew you would like it. How much more beautiful than a Garter.”
He looked stonily at the cage.
“I will give it to you,” said Mary. He bowed courteously but distantly.
“Madam,” he said very distinctly, “I would not rob Your Majesty of the creature.”
Then to the astonishment of the Queen he began to talk of other matters.
Sarah had been talking to Princess Anne when suddenly she rose and throwing open a door found Mrs. Pack standing very close to it.
“Ah, Mrs. Pack, I expected to find you there!”
“Did you?” said Mrs. Pack, for the moment abashed.
“Oh, yes. A favorite spot of yours.” Sarah smiled and then let her expression become grim. She shut the door with a bang and went back to the Princess.
“There we have our spy,” she said. “I have told you before, Mrs. Morley, that you should suspect her.”
“I wish she would go.”
“You wish she would go? But in this household your wishes are law.”
“My boy has an affection for her.”
“He cares for nothing but his soldiers. Give him a few more to drill and order about and he’ll gladly exchange Mrs. Pack for them.”
To order about? thought Anne. Sarah liked to order people about.
She dismissed the thought at once; it was so unfair to Sarah who thought only of her comfort. But what to do about this Mrs. Pack? The woman was a spy for the Queen. There would always be spies. If you were rid of one, others took their places. That was why Barbara Fitzharding had remained. She was a good governess to Anne’s boy even though she did report everything to her sister. There must always be spies.
“Pack must pack,” said Sarah facetiously.
But Anne shook her head. “My boy wouldn’t like that. Remember she fed him. I shall never forget the day she came to the nursery. Dear Mr. Morley and I were breaking our hearts because we thought we were going to lose our boy.”
“My dear Mrs. Morley, because Pack was a good wet nurse that does not mean that she should be allowed to spy on your household.”
“The boy is fond of her.”
“Then you will not let her go?”
“I do not care to make a hasty decision on such a matter.” Sarah was quite obviously angry, but Anne was firm.
It was Mrs. Pack who made the decision. She had been found out and she guessed her usefulness was at an end. She told the Queen what had happened and Mary gave Mr. Pack a place in the Custom House which Mrs. Pack gratefully accepted on his behalf. Then Mrs. Pack addressed herself to Anne.
“Madam,” she said, “I am begging leave to retire as the Duke is now growing too old for a nurse and I find my health failing me.”
Anne was pleased. This gave her an opportunity of pleasing Sarah without upsetting a woman to whom she must always be grateful, so she settled an annuity of forty pounds a year on Mrs. Pack who went to join her husband and family at Deptford.
It was true that Mrs. Pack’s health was not as good as it had once been; and the Deptford air did not suit her as Kensington had.
Only a few weeks after she had left she caught the small pox.
The Duke of Gloucester who had been distressed when she left was even more so when he heard that she was ill. He wanted to visit her, but when this was forbidden, he sent messengers each day to inquire for her health.
He was noticeably less exuberant than he had been; and the attendants said that there was a closeness between a wet nurse and a child she had suckled which nothing could break.
The Duke of Gloucester stood staring disconsolately out of the window. Several of his attendants noticed that he had been quiet that day.
Mrs. Wanley, one of the women of the household, asked him if he were feeling ill.
“No,” he told her; and continued to stare out of the window.
There was something odd about the child, yet at the same time lovable. He was so grown up in his mind and yet so physically delicate. Everyone in the household was constantly on the watch for a cold or an ague or fever.
“I know what,” said Mrs. Wanley; “you miss Mrs. Pack. You haven’t been the same since she went.”
He did not answer and she went on: “Poor Mrs. Pack. I always said the Deptford air wasn’t to be compared with this at Kensington. Why, she hadn’t been there a week when she took this small pox. Mind you, I haven’t heard that she’s got it badly …”
Gloucester said slowly: “Mrs. Pack will die tomorrow.”
Then he walked slowly out of the room.
Mrs. Wanley staring after him, murmured: “Lord have mercy on us!” and then shrugged her shoulders.
She remembered the remark the next day, though, for Gloucester did not send to Deptford as he had every day since he had heard of Mrs. Pack’s illness.
Lewis Jenkins, thinking that he had forgotten, reminded him.
“It is no use sending,” said Gloucester gravely, “for Mrs. Pack is dead.”
“Dead!” cried Lewis. “How do you know.”
“That is no matter,” answered Gloucester, “but I am sure she is dead.”
The entire household was discussing this strange incident and Jenkins, out of curiosity, sent a messenger to Deptford to find out the state of Mrs. Pack’s health.
When the messenger returned several of the servants were eagerly waiting for him.
“Mrs. Pack died today,” he said.
They looked at each other. The little Duke of Gloucester was strange in more ways than one.
Oddly enough now that Mrs. Pack was dead he ceased to grieve for her, and it was almost as though she had never existed.
Mary, hearing the story, was struck by the strangeness of her nephew and wanted to know more about the incident and asked him if he were very upset because his old nurse was dead.
His expression was stony suddenly. He looked into his aunt’s face and said coldly: “No, Madam.”
Then in that disconcertingly adult manner, he began to talk of other subjects.
The news from the Continent was not good; Mary was beset by troubles. The Whigs were in revolt against William’s policies both at home and abroad, for they had supported him in the first place—expecting him to take orders from them, and the Tories were naturally dissatisfied. Why, Mary wondered, did men covet crowns? When she thought of the pleasant life she and William might have had, living quietly in Holland she could cry with frustration. But then William was a born leader; he would never have been content with the simple life.
She herself was discovering a talent for government which surprised no one as much as herself. She was gracious to all; she wished to be just; she was rarely arrogant and the people liked her, in spite of the spate of lampoons which were written about her and William. She had inherited some quality from her Uncle Charles which meant that when she came face to face with trouble she would be inspired to act in a manner which could best avert it.
This she was able to prove when she was with her Cabinet; as it was a ceremonial occasion she was wearing her velvet robes lined with ermine and there were jewels on her gown.
The defeats the Army had suffered on the Continent meant that the Exchequer was low and there were rumors that the country was on the edge of bankruptcy. Servants of the state had not been paid for some time and this was a condition which could not continue.
She was discussing this matter with her ministers when there were sounds of angry voices in the courtyard, and she sent one of her pages down to discover what was happening. Shortly afterward—while the shouts became nearer and more menacing—he returned to say that it was a party of sailors’ wives from Wapping who had come to demand their husbands’ pay.
Mary was aware of the consternation on the faces of her ministers. This was the first riot, they were thinking. Where was it going to end?
It was then that Mary showed her special talent.
“Go down to these women,” she said, “and tell them to select four of their group as spokeswomen; these four shall be brought to me here and I personally will talk to them and they shall tell me of what they complain.”
Her ministers were astonished.
“Did she realize that there was a mob of angry women below threatening to tear the palace apart? And did she know what a mob could be like when it was aroused?”
She answered: “They have a grievance and have come to Whitehall, I believe, to see me. It would be discourteous of me to refuse to talk with them.”
She insisted that four women were brought to her presence chamber.
When she, in her ermine and jewels, faced them in their patched serge, her ministers trembled, but she was unafraid.
So royal did she look; so large, so glittering, so very much like their picture of a Queen that even the leader of the four was temporarily overawed. And when Mary spoke to them in a beautiful soft voice which betrayed at once her sympathy they were still further taken aback, that someone who looked so sumptuous could at the same time be kind and sympathetic.
“You are anxious because your husbands have not been paid, and I understand that full well. So you came to see me about it which was a wise thing to do, and I am glad you did it. Now tell me everything that is in your minds.”
They told her. They spoke of their poverty, of the arrears which had not been paid and how the sailors’ wives of Wapping had decided that they would not accept this state of affairs.
She did not attempt to interrupt, but listened gravely, nodding her head.
When they had finished she said: “I will tell you this: Everything that is owing to you shall be paid in time. The first payment shall begin at once. I give you my word.”
There was a brief silence. Promises had been made before. But this was a woman like themselves who seemed to understand. She was magnificent yet kind; she was a Queen and they did not believe such a woman could deceive them.
“We believe Your Majesty,” said the leader of the group, turning to her companions for confirmation. They nodded.
“Then,” said the Queen, “take your friends back to Wapping, and take them in peace, for riots would serve no good to any of us.”
The four retired, reported what had happened to their friends and assured them that the Queen was a lady whom they could trust; the mob went quietly away, and, summoning the Cabinet, Mary ordered that whoever else suffered the sailors must be paid.
She made them see the wisdom of this move and that having given her promise it must be honored.
The sailors were paid and what might have been the beginning of disaster was avoided.
William was in England, rather weary, rather dispirited and poor in health.
Mary noticed that he was turning more and more to Keppel and that there was an unhealthy rivalry between him and Bentinck for William’s affections. She was sorry for this because Bentinck had been a good and faithful friend; and she was afraid that William’s obvious preference for the younger man would turn Bentinck from him.
It was Elizabeth Villiers’ doing, she knew; for Elizabeth had promoted Keppel when Bentinck had shown himself to be against her, and so subtly had she done this that she had undermined the friendship of a lifetime. Mary felt very sad to see William’s neglect of his old friend in favor of the gay young man; and more so because it was an indication of the hold Elizabeth Villiers still had on William.
It was pleasant, however, to discover that he could be amused by young Gloucester. Perhaps the boy with the grown-up manner and the big head reminded him of what he himself had been at that age; and Gloucester’s preoccupation with the Army was something they had in common.
When the boy announced that there was to be a grand field day in Kensington Gardens and invited the King and Queen to attend, William’s mouth turned up at the corners and he said to Mary: “It is an invitation we must accept.”
