The Queen's Husband (23 page)

‘It is very difficult to speak in English,’ said Albert.

‘You will manage admirably,’ the Queen told him. ‘Let me hear your speech.’

It was short and, she said, excellent. She corrected his pronunciation and suggested he rehearse it again. She was delighted because she quickly knew it off by heart and could listen and correct without having to have the written version before her.

‘It is well to be a little nervous,’ the Queen assured him. ‘I do believe that all the best speakers are. Lord Melbourne says that when he is completely at ease he never really speaks well.’

‘Then I am comforted,’ said Albert, ‘because I am very nervous.’

‘Dearest Albert, I shall be thinking of you all the time.’

‘Which will give me the best of all comforts,’ he told her.

When he returned to her he was elated. There had been loud applause, he said, and everyone had seemed so kind as though they liked him.

‘But of course they liked you,’ she told him indulgently. ‘How could they possibly do anything else unless they were
monsters
.’

So he was happier. He was really beginning to have some importance. His interest in music was talked of and he was offered a directorship of one musical society.

Lord Melbourne and Baron Stockmar looked on with benign pleasure.

Soon he will have a big say in affairs, thought Stockmar.

That will keep him out of mischief, was Lord Melbourne’s opinion.

It was ten days after Albert had made his speech, a lovely warm June day, ideal, said Albert, for a drive. Why should they not take one in the droshky?

Victoria said that it would be delightful. ‘There is nothing I really like so much as riding out with you, Albert, especially when the people cheer us. I think they like to see us together.’

Albert said that he found their drives in the country more delightful.

‘Dear Albert, I must make you try to like my capital city a little.’

‘There are too many people and the air is not as fresh as it is in the country.’

‘But it is more exciting. I have always
loved
London more than any other place.’

‘Then I must try to make you enjoy the pleasures of the country.’

She smiled at him fondly. ‘Though I must confess, dear Albert, that the place I love best is where you are.’

‘Then let us be in the country more often and you will be happy.’

‘But I am just a little happier in London with you than I am in the country with you.’ She laughed loudly. ‘Oh, I shall have to make
you
love London. Think, there is the opera; there are concerts; there is the play; there are the streets and the people and everything is so lively.’

Albert did not answer; but he was determined that they should escape to the country whenever possible.

The droshky was at the door. They got in and drove away from the palace towards Constitution Hill, their escort following. There were plenty of people in the streets and they recognised their little sovereign at once. She looked very pretty seated beside her handsome husband; the youth of the pair was very appealing.

As she sat there smiling she suddenly heard the sound of a shot close by. Albert had flung his arms about her as though to shield her.

‘My God!’ he cried. ‘Don’t be frightened.’

‘Frightened …’ she stammered; and then she saw the man stepping out into the road. He held a pistol in either hand. In that moment he fired straight at her. She bent forward just in time and the bullet went over her head.

The crowd was shouting: ‘Get him. Kill him.’

There was pandemonium on the footpath; she saw the man start to run but someone had seized him.

‘They’ve caught him,’ said Albert. The horses were whipped up and the droshky drove back towards the palace.

She was weeping in Albert’s arms.

‘Oh, Albert, it is so terrible. That man tried to kill me. Imagine. He hated me so much that he wanted me dead.’

Albert stroked her hair.

‘He was a madman,’ he said.

‘But he hated me. He wanted me dead. He must have done. He had risked his own life to try to take mine.’

‘He did not hate
you
for yourself, my dearest. He wanted to kill the Queen. You’ll see, it will turn out that he was mad.’

‘To think, Albert … every time I go out … someone could
kill
me.’

‘My love, how do any of us know what will happen to us from one day to the next? You must not take this personally. This is a shot at the Crown … not at Victoria. Your Uncle George was shot at many times and so was your grandfather. People do these things; it is because of a madness.’

‘You would have protected me with your life, Albert. I shall never forget the first thing that entered your mind was to shield me.’

‘It is what I wish to do for the rest of our lives.’

‘Oh, Albert, how wonderful you are. I don’t deserve such a good kind husband.’

Albert said that they would try to be worthy of each other.

Then she said: ‘I must not cry, must I? I must remember that I am the Queen. I must learn to be calm and to take no notice when these things happen. I know my grandfather was very calm.’

‘So were you, my love. You drove on back to the palace. Many women would have fainted. Didn’t you hear the people cheering?’

‘I found the courage, dearest Albert, because you were beside me.’

Lord Melbourne called at the palace. The Queen was resting. The Prince had insisted that she should. He himself saw Lord Melbourne.

The Prime Minister expressed his deep concern for the Queen’s health.

‘My great anxiety,’ said the Prince, ‘was that the shock might have been injurious to her condition.’

‘I trust not,’ said Lord Melbourne.

‘I feel that had it been so there would by now have been some sign. She appears to be well – just a little shaken, of course.’

‘Very natural,’ said Lord Melbourne, ‘and wise of Your Highness to insist on her resting.’

‘She will be gratified that you have called. I will acquaint her with the fact at the earliest possible moment.’

Lord Melbourne studied the young man gravely. A good fellow, he thought; a little too solemn to make a very gay companion for Victoria. He doubted there was as much laughter between them as there was when the Queen and her Prime Minister were together. But perhaps a little seriousness would not come amiss. She was devoted to him. That was obvious. He hoped she would be as happy as she deserved to be, which was very happy indeed. She was so affectionate, so eager to be good, although fond of pleasure – and why not? Perhaps she would teach this solemn young gentleman to be a little more gay, which would not be a bad thing.

But her happiness was bound up in the Prince. The marriage had already had its difficulties, which was understandable, considering the position and that rather imperious nature and choleric temper of Her Majesty.

Lord Melbourne loved her. She had changed his life three years ago when she had become the Queen. He had been responsible to some extent for making her what she was, and her fresh youth, her exuberant warm-hearted nature, seemed to him quite charming. He had to concede his place in her affections, he knew, for once he had been the most important man in her life. Being Lord Melbourne he would graciously step aside and try to make life as easy as possible for the young married pair.

‘This terrible affair raises a problem,’ he said now. ‘It is a difficult subject to raise but however unpleasant – and of course unlikely – in view of Her Majesty’s position, it must be arranged.’

Albert nodded. He guessed to what Lord Melbourne was referring.

‘The Queen’s life might have ended this afternoon.’

Albert turned pale. He does love her, thought Lord Melbourne; not with the same intense emotion that she has for him, but he loves her in his quiet, restrained way. Who could help it?

‘It is distressing even to think of such a likelihood,’ went on Lord Melbourne. ‘But we must do so. There is another facet. In a short time the Queen will become a mother. She has an ordeal to face which has, on occasions, resulted in death. Forgive me, but these possibilities – though I hasten to add that in this case they are improbabilities – must be discussed.’

‘I realise that,’ said Albert.

‘A Regent should be appointed and as you know it is always necessary to prepare these matters in advance of the improbability.’

‘Whom would you suggest as Regent?’

‘I feel, and I am sure that the Queen would agree with me, that the best man for the post would be the Queen’s husband.’

‘I can only trust that such an eventuality will never arise.’

‘Amen,’ said Lord Melbourne.

Lord Melbourne wrote to the Queen that he was anxious about Her Majesty and was pleased to learn that she was well on the morning following that unfortunate incident.

‘It is impossible not to shudder at the thought of it,’ wrote Lord Melbourne.

Viscount Palmerston wrote congratulating the Queen on her escape and begged to be allowed to express the horror with which he had heard of the diabolical attempt.

Uncle Leopold’s letter said that he could not find words strong enough to express his horror at what had happened and his happiness and delight to hear of her escape from a danger which was very great indeed.

When Lord Melbourne arrived he kissed both her hands and the tears started to his eyes.

‘It was terrible … terrible …’ he said.

‘But I escaped and all is well.’

For which I can never be sufficiently grateful.’

‘And what of the man who tried to kill me?’

‘They have captured him. He is a barman named Edward Oxford. He is mad and will spend the rest of his days in a lunatic asylum.’

‘Poor man! How dreadful for him. But I am glad he was not in his right mind when he tried to kill me.’

‘He will have no opportunity to make more attempts.’

‘Dear Lord Melbourne,’ said the Queen, ‘I believe you are more shaken by this affair than I am.’

Lord Melbourne said he thought that was very likely.

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