Complete Works of Frances Burney

by Frances Burney

  She then said she would not detain me at present; encouraged by all that had passed, I asked if I might presume to put at the door of the king’s apartment a copy of MY little work. She hesitated, but with smiles the most propitious;. then told me to fetch the books - and whispered something to the Princess Elizabeth, who left the room by another door at the same moment that I retired for the other set. Almost immediately upon my return to the queen and the Princess Elizabeth, the king entered the apartment, and entered it to receive himself my little offering.

  “Madame d’Arblay,” said her majesty, “tells me that Mrs. Boscawen is to have the third set; but the first — Your majesty will excuse me — is mine.”

  This was not, you will believe, thrown away upon me. The king, smiling, said, “Mrs Boscawen, I hear, has been very zealous.”

  I confirmed this. and the Princess Elizabeth eagerly called out, “Yes, sir! and while Mrs. Boscawen kept a copy for Madame d’Arblay, the Duchess of Beaufort kept one for Mrs. Boscawen.”

  This led to a little discourse upon the business, in which the

  king’s countenance seemed to speak a benign interest; and the

  queen then said,

  “This book was begun here, sir.” Which already I had mentioned.

  “And what did you write Of it here?” cried he. “How far did You go? — Did You finish any part? or only form the skeleton?”

  “Just that, sir,” I answered; “the skeleton was formed here, but nothing was completed. I worked it up in my little cottage.”

  “And about what time did You give to it?”

  “All my time, sir; from the Period I planned publishing it, I devoted myself to it wholly. I had no episode but a little baby. My subject grew Upon me, and increased my materials to a bulk that I am afraid will be more laborious to wade through for the reader than for the writer.”

  “Are you much frightened cried he, smiling, “as much frightened as you were before?”

  “I have hardly had time to know yet, sir. I received the fair sheets Of the last volume only last night. I have, therefore, had no leisure for fear. And sure I am, happen what May to the book from the critics, it can never cause me pain in any proportion with the pleasure and happiness I owe to it.” I /am sure I spoke most sincerely and he looked kindly to believe me.

  He asked if Mr. Locke had seen it; and when I said no, he seemed comically pleased, as if desirous to have it in its first state. He asked next if Dr. Burney had overlooked it; and, upon the same answer, looked with the same satisfaction. He did not imagine how it would have passed Current with my dearest father: he appeared Only to be glad it would be a genuine work: but, laughingly, said, “So you kept it quite snug?”

  “Not intentionally, sir, but from my situation and my haste; I should else have been very happy to have consulted my father and Mr. Locke; but I had so much, to the last moment, to write, that I literally had not a moment to hear what could be said. The work is longer by the whole fifth Volume than I had first planned; and I am almost ashamed to look at its size, and afraid my readers would have been more obliged to me if I had left so much out than for putting So much in.”

  He laughed and inquired who corrected my proofs? ‘Only myself,” I answered.

  “Why, some authors have told me,” cried he, “that they are the last to do that work for themselves. They know so well by heart what ought to be, that they run on without seeing what is. They have told me, besides, that a mere plodding head is best and surest for that work; and that the livelier the imagination, the less it should be trusted to.”

  I must not go on thus minutely, or my four parts will be forty. But a full half-hour of graciousness, I could almost call kindness, was accorded me, though the king came from the concert to grant it; and it broke up by the queen saying, “I have told Madame d’Arblay that, if she can come again to-morrow, she shall see the princesses.”

  The king bowed gently to my grateful obeisance for this offer, and told me I should not know the Princess Amelia, she was so much grown, adding, “She is taller than you!”

  I expressed warmly my delight in the permission of Seeing their royal highnesses, and their majesties returned to the concert-room. The Princess Elizabeth stayed, -and flew up to me, crying, “How glad I am to see you here again, my dear Miss Burney! — I beg your pardon, — Madame d’Arblay I mean -but I always call all my friends by their maiden names when I first see them after they are married.”

  I warmly now opened upon my happiness in this return to all their sights, and the condescension and sweetness with which it was granted me - and confessed I could hardly behave prettily and properly at my first entrance after so long an absence. “O, I assure you I felt for you!” cried she; “I thought you must be agitated; it was so natural to you to come here-to mamma!”

  You will believe, my dearest father, how light-hearted and full of glee I went back to my expecting companion: Miss Planta accompanied me, and stayed the greatest part of the little remaining evening, promising to let me know at what hour I should wait upon their royal highnesses.

  A CONVERSATION WITH THE QUEEN.

  The next morning, at eight or nine o’clock, my old footman, Moss, came with Mlle, Jacobi’s compliments to M. and Madame d’Arblay, and an invitation to dine at the Queen’s lodge.

  Miss Planta arrived at ten, with her majesty’s commands that I should be at the Queen’s lodge at twelve. I stayed meanwhile, with good Mrs. Agnew, and M. d’Arblay made acquaintance with her worthy husband, who is a skilful and famous botanist, and lately made gardener to the queen for Frogmore - so M. d’Arblay consulted him about our cabbages! and so, if they have not now a high flavour, we are hopeless.

  At eleven M. d’Arblay again ventured to esquire me to the rails round the lodge, whence I showed him my ci-devant apartment, which he languished to view nearer. I made a visit to Mlle. Jacobi, who is a very good creature, and with whom I remained very comfortably till her majesty and the princesses returned from Frogmore, where they had passed two or three hours. Almost immediately I was summoned to the queen by one of the pages.

  She was just seated to her hair-dresser. She conversed upon various public and general topics till the friseur was dismissed, and then I was honoured with an audience, quite alone, for a full hour and a half. During this, nothing could be more gracious than her whole manner, and The particulars, as there was no pause, would fill a duodecimo volume at least. Among them was Mr. Windham, whom she named with great favour; and gave me the opportunity of expressing my delight upon his belonging to the government. We had so often conversed about him during the accounts I had related of Mr. Hastings’s trial, that there was much to say upon the acquisition to the administration, and my former round assertions of his goodness of heart and honour. She inquired how you did, my dearest father, with an air of great kindness and, when I said well, looked pleased, as she answered, “I was afraid he was ill, for I saw him but twice last year at our music.”

  She then gave me an account of the removal of the concert to the Haymarket since the time I was admitted to it. She then talked of some books and authors, but found me wholly in the Clouds as to all that is new. She then said, “What a very pretty book Dr. Burney has brought out upon Metastasio! I am very much pleased with it. Pray (smiling) what will he bring out next?”

  “As yet, madam, I don’t know of any new plan.”

  “But he will bring out something else?”

  “Most probably, but he will rest a little first, I fancy.”

  “Has he nothing in hand?”

  “Not that I now know of, madam.”

  “O but he soon will!” cried she, again smiling.

  “He has so active a mind, ma’am, that I believe it quite impossible to him to be utterly idle , but, indeed, I know of no present design being positively formed.”

  We had then some discourse upon the new connexion at Norbury park — the Fitzgeralds, etc.; and from this she led to various topics of our former conferences, both in persons and
things, and gave me a full description of her new house at Frogmore, its fitting up, and the share of each princess in its decoration. She spoke with delight of its quiet and ease, and her enjoyment of its complete retirement. “I spend,” she cried, “there almost constantly all my mornings. I rarely come home but just before dinner, merely to dress, but to-day I came sooner.”

  This was said in a manner so flattering, I could scarce forbear the air of thanking her , however, I checked the expression, though I could not the inference which urged it.

  WITH THE PRINCESs ROYAL AND PRINCESS AUGUSTA.

  At two o’clock the Princess Elizabeth appeared. “Is the princess royal ready?” said the queen. She answered, “Yes:” and her majesty then told me I might go to her, adding, “You know the way, Madame d’Arblay.” And, thus licensed, I went to the apartment of her royal highness up stairs. She was just quitting it, She received me most graciously, and told me she was going to sit for her picture, if I would come and stay with her while she sat. Miss Bab Planta was in attendance, to read during this period. The princess royal ordered me a chair facing her; and another for Miss Bab and her book, which, however, was never opened. The painter was Mr. Dupont.(1266) She was very gay and very charming, full of lively discourse and amiable condescension.

  In about an hour the Princess Augusta came in : she addressed me with her usual sweetness, and, when she had looked at her sister’s portrait, said, “Madame d’Arblay, when the princess royal can spare you, I hope you will come to me,” as she left the room. I did not flout her; and when I had been an hour with the princess royal, she told me she would keep me no longer from Augusta, and Miss Planta came to conduct me to the latter. This lovely princess received me quite alone; Miss Planta only shut me in - and she then made me sit by her, and kept me in most bewitching discourse more than an hour. She has a gaiety, a charm about her, that is quite resistless: and much of true, genuine, and very original humour. She related to me the history of all the feats, and exploits, and dangers, and escapes of her brothers during last year; rejoicing in their safety, yet softly adding, “Though these trials and difficulties did them a great deal of good.”

  We talked a little of France, and she inquired of me what I knew of the late unhappy queen, through M. d’Arblay; and spoke of her with the most virtuous discrimination between her foibles and her really great qualities, with her most barbarous end. .She then dwelt upon Madame Royale, saying, in her unaffected manner, “ It’s very odd one never hears what sort of girl she is.” I told her all I had gathered from M. d’Arblay. She next spoke of my Bambino, indulging me in recounting his faits et gestes; and never moved till the princess royal came to summon her. They were all to return to Frogmore to dinner. “We have detained Madame d’Arblay between us the whole morning,” said the princess royal, with a gracious smile. “Yes,” cried Princess Augusta, “and I am afraid I have bored her to death; but when once I begin upon my poor brothers, I can never stop without telling all my little bits of glory.” She then outstayed the princess royal to tell me that, when she was at Plymouth, at church, she saw so many officers’ wives, and sisters, and mothers, helping their maimed husbands, or brothers, or sons, that she could not forbear whispering to the queen, “Mamma, how lucky it is Ernest is just come so seasonably with that wound in his face! I should have been quite shocked, else, not to have had one little bit of glory among ourselves!”

  When forced away from this sweet creature, I went to Mlle. Jacobi, who said, “But where is M. d’Arblay?” Finding it too late for me to go to my lodging to dress before dinner I wrote him a word, which immediately brought him to the Queen’s lodge : and there I shall leave my dear father the pleasure of seeing us, mentally, at dinner, at my ancient table,-both invited by the queen’s commands. Miss Gomme was asked to meet me, and the repast was extremely pleasant. page 106

  A PRESENT FROM THE KING AND QUEEN. just before we assembled to dinner Mlle. Jacobi desired to speak with me alone, and, taking me to another room, presented me with a folded little packet, saying, “The queen ordered me to put this into your hands, and said, ‘Tell Madame d’Arblay it is from us both.”’ It was a hundred guineas. I was confounded, and nearly sorry, so little was such a mark of their goodness in my thoughts. She added that the king, as soon as he came from the chapel in the morning, went to the queen’s dressing-room just before he set out for the levee, and put into her hands fifty guineas, saying, “This is for my set!” The queen answered, “I shall do exactly the same for mine,” and made up the packet herself. “’Tis only,’ she said, ‘for the paper, tell Madame d’Arblay, nothing for the trouble!’” meaning she accepted that.

  The manner of this was so more than gracious, so kind, in the words us both, that indeed the money at the time was quite nothing in the scale of my gratification; it was even less, for it almost pained me. However, a delightful thought that in a few minutes occurred made all light and blithesome. “We will come, then,” I cried, “once a year to Windsor, to walk the Terrace, and see the king, queen, and sweet princesses. This will enable us, and I shall never again look forward to so long a deprivation of their sight.” This, with my gratitude for their great goodness, was what I could not refrain commissioning her to report.

  CURIOSITY REGARDING M. D’ARBLAY.

  Our dinner was extremely cheerful; all my old friends were highly curious to see M. d’Arblay, who was in spirits, and, as he could address them in French, and at his ease, did not seem much disapproved of by them. I went to my lodging afterwards to dress, where I told my monsieur this last and unexpected stroke, which gave him exactly my sensations, and we returned to tea. We had hopes of the Terrace, as my monsieur was quite eager to see all this beloved royal House. The weather, however, was very unpromising. The king came from the lodge during our absence; but soon after we were in the levee three royal coaches arrived from Frogmore: in the first was the queen, the Princesses Royal and Augusta, and some lady in waiting. M. d’Arblay stood beside me Page 107 at a window to see them; her majesty looked up and bowed to me, and, upon her alighting, she looked up again. This, I am sure, was to see M. d’Arblay, who could not be doubted, as he wore his croix the whole time he was at Windsor. The princesses bowed also, and the four younger, who followed, all severally kissed their hands to me, and fixed their eyes on my companion with an equal expression of kindness and curiosity; he therefore saw them perfectly.

  THE KING APPROVES THE DEDICATION OF “CAMILLA.”

  In a few minutes a page came to say, “The princesses desire to see Madame d’Arblay,” and he conducted me to the apartment of the Princess Elizabeth, which is the most elegantly and fancifully ornamented of any in the lodge, as she has most delight and most taste in producing good effects.

  Here the fair owner of the chamber received me, encircled with the Princesses Mary and Amelia, and no attendant. They were exactly as I had left them — kind, condescending, open, and delightful; and the goodness of the queen, in sparing them all to me thus, without any allay of ceremony, or gne of listening Mutes, I felt most deeply.

  They were all very gay, and I not very sad, so we enjoyed A perfectly easy and even merry half-hour in divers discourses, in which they recounted to me who had been most anxious about “the book,” and doubted not its great success, as everybody was so eager about it. “And I must tell you one thing,” Cried the Princess Elizabeth; “the king is very much pleased with the dedication.”

  This was, you will be sure, a very touching hearing to me; And

  Princess Mary exclaimed, “And he is very difficult!”

  “O, yes, he’s hardly ever pleased with a dedication,” cried one of the princesses. “He almost always thinks them so fulsome.”

  “I was resolved I would tell it you,” cried Princess Elizabeth.

  Can you imagine anything more amiable than this pleasure in giving pleasure?

  A DELICIOUS CHAT WITH THE PRINCESSES.

  Soon after the Princess Augusta came in, smiling and lovely.

  Princess
royal next appeared Princess Augusta sat down, and

  charged me to take a chair next her. Princess royal did not stay long, and soon returned to summon her sister Augusta downstairs, as the concert was begun : but she replied she could not come yet : and the princess royal went alone. We had really a most delicious chat then.

  They made a thousand inquiries about my book, and when and where it was written, etc., and how I stood as to fright and fidget. I answered all with openness, and frankly related my motives for the publication. Everything of housekeeping, I told them, was nearly doubled in price at the end of the first year and half of our marriage, and we found it impossible to continue so near our friends and the capital with our limited income, though M. d’A. had accommodated himself completely, and even happily, to every species of economy, and though my dearest father had capitally assisted us; I then, therefore, determined upon adopting a plan I had formerly rejected, of publishing by subscription. I told them the former history of that plan, as Mr. Burke’s, and many particulars that seemed extremely to interest them. My garden, our way of life, our house, our Bambino,-all were inquired after and related. I repeatedly told them the strong desire M. d’Arblay had to be regaled with a sight of all their House -a House to which I stood so every way indebted,-,and they looked kindly concerned that the weather admitted no prospect of the Terrace.

  I mentioned to the Princess Augusta my recent new obligation to their majesties, and my amaze and even shame at their goodness.

  “O, I am sure,” cried she, “they were very happy to have it in their power.”

  “Yes, and we were so glad!”

  “So glad!” echoed each of the others.

  “How enchanted should I have been,” cried I, “to have presented my little book to each of your royal highnesses if I had dared! or if, after her majesty has looked it over, I might hope for such a permission, how proud and how happy it would make me!”

  “O, I daresay you may,” cried the Princess Augusta, eagerly. I then intimated how deeply I should feel such an honour, if it might be asked, after her majesty had read it - and the Princess Elizabeth gracefully undertook the office. She related to me, in a most pleasant manner, the whole of her own recent transaction, its rise and cause and progress, in “The Page 109