Courting Her Highness (25 page)

The two men were silent while Daniel Defoe was set in the pillory. His expression was serene and untroubled; he looked as though he had no fear of the crowd and was completely unrepentant.

This was most unusual. A band of men with cudgels had placed themselves about the pillory.

“Listen now,” said one. “This is our Daniel. Anyone who tries to harm Daniel will get a crack on the head. Is it understood?”

“Aye,” roared the crowd. “ ’Tis understood.”

Someone in the crowd lifted a pot of beer and cried: “Good health and long life to you, Daniel.”

The crowd took up the cry.

Harley and St. John exchanged looks and Harley began to laugh.

“By God,” he cried. “He’s got the crowd with him. He’s got them, St. John.”

The hot July sun poured down on the prisoner’s head; he was clearly in great discomfort; yet his eyes lit up with appreciation for he had realized that the crowd was friendly.

A handful of roses was tossed at the pillory. Two girls ran forward and twined their ready-made garlands about it. Someone brought up a pot of beer and held it up to Daniel to drink.

“God bless you, Daniel,” cried someone in the crowd.

“Aye,” went up the shout. “We’re with you, Daniel.”

A ballad seller accosted the two men.

“Buy a ballad, sir. Daniel’s own. Buy a ballad. He’s a good man with seven children to support.”

Harley bought the verses and signed to St. John to do the same.

When the man had moved off, Harley said: “This is a sight such as I have never seen before. They’ll take him to Newgate after this. But I’ll have him out, I tell you.”

The crowd was becoming more noisy as Daniel’s supporters were growing. The guard about the pillory had doubled and if any man had
dared throw anything but flowers at Daniel Defoe he would probably have paid for it with his life.

Harley said: “There’s no need to see more. Daniel will be well cared for.”

As they moved away he glanced at the verses and read aloud:

“You see what I mean, St. John. Words like that can’t be ignored. Why do you think the crowd is pelting Defoe with roses? Why are they drinking his health? Because of words, St. John. Words … words … words! We are going to do battle and our first weapon will be words.”

Sarah had made
her grief an excuse for staying away from Court, but when news reached her in St. Albans that the Lords had thrown out the Occasional Conformity Bill, and that the Tories finding themselves beaten had created four new Tory peers, she was incensed.

Marl was a Tory by instinct, but much as she loved and admired him she had a greater respect for her own views and these were growing more and more Whig. Marl ought to see that the Tories were against the prosecution of the war which he himself so firmly supported. The fact was that he was so occupied in Flanders that he could not see clearly what was happening at home and it was her duty to take command on the home front.

Four new Tory peers in order to get a Bill passed through the Lords! Sarah was not going to stand aside and see that happen. She was going to demand that there be at least one new Whig peer.

This was the best tonic to grief. Sarah left St. Albans at once for St. James’s.

Storming into the Queen’s apartments she found Abigail Hill seated at the harpsichord, and Anne dozing pleasantly in her chair.

Abigail stopped playing as she entered and turning saw the look of delight on the Queen’s face.

“My dearest, dearest Mrs. Freeman!”

“Yes, Mrs. Morley I am here!”

“So welcome! So welcome!”

Abigail watched the fond embrace. Anne was almost in tears.

“Do not think that my thoughts have not been with you all through this long and trying time. Do not think that I would not have been at St. Albans had you allowed me to come.”

“I was so filled with grief that I thought I should lose my reason—and so did those about me. Mr. Freeman even thought of giving up everything … everything to be with me.”

“Dear,
dear
Mr. Freeman! What a comfort. I understand your loss and your great solace. How alike our lives are, dear Mrs. Freeman.”

Sarah grunted with something of the old freedom of expression. If there was one thing she found hard to tolerate it was comparing her handsome brilliant genius of a Marl with that lazy witless Danish Prince.

“Well, now I am here,” she said, “and I wonder how Mrs. Morley has been faring in my absence.”

“Each day longing for our reunion.”

“When I heard the disturbing news I thought I could no longer stay away.”

“The disturbing news, my dear Mrs. Freeman?”

“This matter of new Tory peers being created to get the Conformity Bill through.”

“Oh, I am sure my ministers know what is right, Mrs. Freeman.”

“But I, Mrs. Morley, am far from sure.”

Anne gave a little gasp. Being absent from Sarah for so long she had not heard anyone contradict her so forcibly during that time, and when it happened it was a shock.

Sarah was aware of Abigail Hill still seated at the harpsichord.

“You may go,” she said.

Abigail’s eyes were on the Queen and Anne knew that she was thinking: Is it your wish that I should obey the Duchess?

Anne nodded dismissal and Abigail went away. What was the use of thinking she had a firm place in the Queen’s affections when Sarah only had to appear to make her understand how insecure that place was. Sarah could say this very day: Dismiss Hill. And Anne would meekly obey.
Would she? She might put up a small resistance but it would soon be overridden.

Now this matter of the Occasional Conformity Bill. What would be the outcome? As far as Abigail could see, the greatest controversies in the country were concerned with religion; and the trouble over the Conformity Bill was an example of this. The Test Act had demanded that all public servants partake in communion in accordance with the rites of the Church of England when appointed to their posts; after that they might attend at intervals or not at all, but go to the services they preferred. This Act passed in the time of Charles II was typical of that monarch’s desire to placate two schools of thought at the same time. Occasional Conformity was all that was needed. The Tories had wanted to abolish this act and in its place set up another which was far less tolerant. This was the Occasional Conformity Act and would impose large fines on any person who took office and performed an act of conformity and afterwards attended a dissenting service. A second visit would make the offender liable to even heavier fines and banned from his office for three years.

Anne was a High Tory, a fervent churchwoman; and she had been convinced by her Tory Government that the Act of Conformity was necessary to the welfare of the state. Strangely enough the Lords had thrown out the Bill because William III had been a Whig and during his reign he had created a large number of Low Church Bishops.

And it was this act of creating four new Tory peers in order to pass the Bill through the Lords which had brought Sarah’s Whiggish principles into the fore and sent her hurrying to Court.

As Abigail left the Queen and the Duchess together she was not thinking so much of the rights and wrongs of the Bill as to the power which Sarah held over Anne. What happened now would be significant. Sarah was not only pitting herself against the Queen but against the Tory House of Commons.

As soon as the door shut on Abigail Sarah turned to the Queen.

“These matters are of too great an importance to be discussed before servants,” she said.

“Hill is most discreet.”

“I know it. It was for that reason I brought her to you. And I can see that she is giving satisfaction.”

“Such a good creature!” The Queen settled happily into her chair. How much more pleasant to talk of the virtues of dear Hill, for whom she had to be so grateful to her dearest Mrs. Freeman, than politics.

But Sarah of course had not come to discuss serving women.

“I confess, Mrs. Morley, that I was
most
disturbed. If men are going to be created to pass laws what are we coming to.”

“It has been done before.…”

“It may have been done before! You think that a good reason for repeating an iniquity? Mayhem and murder have been done before, Mrs. Morley, but that does not mean it is good and reasonable and
right
to do them again.”

“Mrs. Freeman misunderstands me.”

“I misunderstand nothing! This Conformity Bill has been thrown out of the Lords … so your ministers have advised you to create four new Tory peers in order to get it through. It must not be.”

“It is already being done.”

“I’ll not have it!”

Anne was astonished. She had longed to see Mrs. Freeman at Court, and now she had come there was this trouble. She had no intention of arguing. She hated argument. But even dearest Mrs. Freeman could not decide matters of state policy merely by demanding to do so.

“Well, Mrs. Freeman, come and sit beside me,” said Anne. “I want to hear all your news.”

“My news is too sombre, Mrs. Morley. For these last months I have thought of nothing but my loss.”

“My poor, poor Mrs. Freeman. There is no one who can understand that like your unfortunate Morley.”

“But,” said Sarah fiercely, “we have to grow away from our grief. It is selfish to mourn for ever.”

Anne flinched a little. It was most exciting to have the dazzling and beautiful Sarah with her, but just a little uncomfortable.

“I came to you because I have to talk to you about this disgraceful matter. Four Tory peers! It is a scandal. If you are going to create four Tory peers you must at any rate create one Whig peer. I shall insist on that.”

“My dear Mrs. Freeman, this is a matter for our ministers.”

“This is a matter for
us
,” corrected Sarah.

She began to pace the apartment while she expounded the follies of the Bill. It was iniquitous. It was intolerant. Anne repeated placidly: “It is a matter for our ministers.”

“Ministers!” stormed Sarah. “What concern have they for anything but their own advancement? We need to keep a firm grip on ministers. You will remember how difficult it was to get the Prince’s grant through. That was ministers for you.”

“I do remember and I shall be eternally grateful to you and Mr. Freeman for working so hard on the Prince’s behalf.”

“You will also remember that that grant was passed with a majority of one vote and that had not Mr. Freeman and I worked day and night it could never have come to pass and Mr. Morley would be some hundred thousand pounds a year the poorer.”

“We shall never, never forget the pains you and Mr. Freeman took, and I do assure you that both Mr. Morley and I can never express our gratitude. I remember my dear George was so ill at the time. Dear Mrs. Freeman, his asthma gives me the greatest cause for anxiety. I was nursing him at the time. Do you remember? I really believed I was going to lose him. I thought that fate was going to strike yet another blow at your poor unfortunate Morley.”

“That was when your ministers needed a little prodding and they got it. Now here is another occasion.”

“But, dear Mrs. Freeman, I declare you have become a Whig. I do not share your affection for those gentlemen—and I can tell you that it is a great sorrow not to be able to share everything with my dear Mrs. Freeman.”

“Let us get back to this matter of the peers.”

“Dear Mrs. Freeman, it really is a matter for our ministers.”

Sarah thought: I shall scream at her if she says that again. There she sits, the old parrot, not listening, not paying attention once she has found her parrot phrase, “It is a matter for our ministers.” We shall see, Mrs. Morley, we shall see.

“I suppose Godolphin is partly responsible for this,” said Sarah.

Anne did not answer and Sarah thought: And I have allowed his son to marry my daughter! I have brought him into our circle and this is how he repays me!

“He is our minister,” Anne reminded her.

Anything, thought Sarah, rather than send the fat creature off on to that minister refrain.

“I will speak to him,” said Sarah.

“One cannot be held responsible for one’s relatives,” Anne reminded her. “I know how grieved you were when Sunderland voted against the Prince’s Bill. I believe he was one of its greatest opponents. And my poor George suffering so with his asthma … fighting for his breath, and Sunderland working up feelings about him in the Lords. I remember thinking at the time: And this Sunderland is my dear Mrs. Freeman’s son-in-law. I shall never like that man again … but it does not make me any less fond of my dearest Mrs. Freeman. Nothing could change my affection for her.”

“I shall speak to Godolphin; I shall write to Mr. Freeman. If these Tory peers are going to take their places in the Lords then there must be at least one new Whig peer.”

“It is really a matter for the ministers.”

Infuriating old fool! thought Sarah. It is time I was back.