Victoria read his letter and threw it aside. Dear Uncle Leopold, she loved him so much, but he did have a tendency to look upon himself as the head of the family, the head of Europe for that matter. Albert had said so. And what had Albert said of Alix? She must be made to understand that Bertie would be marrying her and not her family. There would be no involvement with Danish affairs, unless it was for the good of England that this should be.
She wrote to Prince Christian. She would expect Alix at Osborne on the 7th of November. He might bring her and stay for two days; then he should return to Denmark and come over to take her back in December. The Queen wished to have Alix to herself for a month.
* * *
Alix arrived at Osborne on a cold and misty November evening.
The Queen and her daughters were waiting to receive her. Alix, in spite of the weather, managed to look charming and the Queen noted this with pleasure.
‘My dear, dear child,’ she murmured, embracing her. ‘You must be perished with cold and worn out with the journey.’ She acknowledged Prince Christian’s greeting and said that Lenchen should show him to his room. She herself took Alix to hers.
‘How pretty you look,’ she said. ‘I am glad you came. There is much we shall have to say to each other.’
Alix looked at her and thought of her sad loss and how unhappy she would be if Bertie died; and she remembered how important her own father and mother were to each other, and she believed she understood a little of the Queen’s grief. Victoria was aware of this and was certain that in Alix she was going to find a new daughter.
When they were all together in the Queen’s sitting-room after supper had been served the Queen explained to them all what Osborne had been like before Prince Albert had changed it. ‘His one idea was to give me a house which he considered worthy of me. Everything he did he did to perfection. There were many roles he could have played in life, but he was taken from me.’
The tears began to flow.
* * *
Christian took his leave of his daughter.
‘My dearest daughter,’ he said, ‘if it becomes intolerable you must let me know. I wouldn’t have you unhappy for the world.’
She flung her arms round his neck. ‘Dearest Papa, you are an angel.’
‘Oh no, not that!’ he said and she smiled with him.
‘Poor Queen, how desolate she is. I shall do my best to cheer her.’
‘Good-bye, my child. Try to be punctual.’
‘Oh, I will, Papa, I promise you.’
Then he was gone.
There were many interviews with the Queen. Alix understood, she hoped, that when a Princess married, her family was that one which was her husband’s. A Princess came into a new country. That country’s ideals became hers. That country’s customs and so on. Alix must understand that.
Yes, said Alix, she did.
‘It was different in my case. I was the Queen. Albert was a second son of the house of Saxe-Coburg, as you know. It was his duty to come and live here. I shall never forget the day he arrived. I stood at the top of the staircase at Windsor and I thought an angel had come to me …’
Every conversation came back to him. Alix began to expect it. She learned a great deal about the Prince Consort and the more she heard the more it seemed to her what an uncomfortable person he must have been. His many perfections made him formidable and she did think that perhaps he was a little critical of those who were not of his own opinions.
But she listened sympathetically and the Queen enjoyed talking to her and going over the sorrowful events which had led to his death.
Victoria wondered whether she should mention the Curragh Camp incident. If she did not someone might. It would be better, she supposed, if the child heard it from her. She decided to tell her and played it down a little.
There had been an unfortunate incident in Bertie’s past. He had been led astray by wicked people. She would know of course that Bertie did not possess his father’s saintly qualities.
Thank God! thought Alix.
But then how many people could be expected to? asked the Queen. There was no one in the world to compare with that Incomparable Creature.
Alix would forget Bertie’s one lapse, commanded the Queen. It sometimes happened to young men and she had no doubt that Bertie himself would make a full confession before his marriage. She wanted Alix to tell him that she understood and of course when he was married such temptations would not occur. Alix would see to that. She was very happy that Bertie was going to marry and she wanted Alix to know that she believed wholeheartedly that he had chosen the one who would be the best wife in the world for him.
It was not all gloom and the Queen’s daughters, who would be her new sisters, could be quite merry when the Queen was not present. Beatrice – known as Baby still – was six and could even make the Queen smile with her quaint sayings. Alix enjoyed playing with her; and there was no doubt that they got on very well together. None of them was as terrifying as Vicky. Alice, the eldest of the girls, now pregnant, was very quiet and sweet-natured. Lenchen, who was herself getting near to marriageable age, was very interested in everything concerning the wedding; so was Louise, who was only two years younger. Arthur and Leopold kept out of the way, but Cousin Mary Cambridge, who had grown very fat, was a constant visitor and clearly delighted to have Alix in the country and was, Alix knew, secretly congratulating herself that she had helped to set the marriage plans in motion.
There was a visit to Windsor Castle – an awe-inspiring place, very gloomy, but it could have been different in other circumstances.
The weeks passed. Cousin Mary wanted to help with the trousseau and she and Alix spent many a happy hour discussing fashions and materials and what would be required.
It was with the Cambridges that Christian stayed when at the end of the month he came to take Alix home. The Queen did not invite him to Windsor nor did she ask to see him. Alix drove to Cambridge Lodge and there found her father.
They embraced warmly and then he held her away from him and looked at her searchingly.
‘You are all right?’ he asked anxiously.
‘But of course, Papa. What did you expect?’
‘And you want to marry and live here for the rest of your life?’
‘I want to marry Bertie,’ she said.
‘I’m satisfied now,’ said her father.
* * *
Bertie was waiting for them when they arrived at Calais. Gay and debonair, very gallant and attentive, how different from his mother! Alix was enchanted.
‘My dearest Alix, how was it?’ he asked earnestly.
‘Oh, it was … quite pleasant.’
‘I was so worried about you.’
Alix felt she could have endured anything that evoked such concern in Bertie.
‘I do hope she wasn’t too demanding.’
‘No, we grew quite fond of each other.’
Bertie looked at her in wonderment. Beautiful, lively and able to endure the Queen! She was a paragon.
They travelled to Hanover together and then on to Cologne. The few days they were together were delightful and made up for anything she had endured during her stay in England.
Bertie talked a great deal about the things they would do when they were married. Then they would escape from the Queen’s surveillance. It was going to be very different for Bertie from what it had ever been before. Parliament would vote him a big allowance; she would have one, too, of course. They would be able to enjoy life. It was all going to be wonderful. But best of all, they would be free to live their own lives.
‘Of course the Queen will be there in the background,’ said Bertie, ‘but we shall be the leaders of fashion. My parents were never that. But the people will expect it of us. We are young and they’ll like us for that alone. They never liked my father.’
‘Is that really so?’
Bertie laughed. ‘Oh, you have had a diet of Mama’s special brand. Other people didn’t dote on him as she d
id. He didn’t believe in enjoying life. And that is something I believe in wholeheartedly. And, Alix, I believe you do too. That is why we are going to be ideally happy.’
Alix was thinking of river picnics and visits to Frankfurt and games on the lawns of Bernstorff. That was what she called being ideally happy. Bertie’s ideas were rather different. He wanted what he had glimpsed briefly so far – the society of amusing people, beautiful women who flattered him and were eager to be on friendly terms with the Prince of Wales, horseracing, gambling, gay parties, good food and wine. There was so much waiting for Bertie to enjoy once he had escaped from that yoke which his father had put about him and which his mother was endeavouring to keep tightly padlocked.
It was with great regret that they parted at Hamburg. Alix to return to Copenhagen to prepare for her wedding, Bertie to go back to Windsor.
He groaned when he considered what awaited him there. ‘The first anniversary of my father’s death; can you imagine, Alix, what that will be like?’
Having been there, she could.
‘I expect we shall spend the day in the Frogmore Mausoleum. It’s going to be unendurably melancholy.’
‘You’ll endure it,’ said Alix softly.
‘Yes, I shall, because I shall be thinking of you, and reminding myself that soon we shall be married. I shall be my own master then. And I’ll have you too.’
They embraced and Bertie went back to the house of mourning while Alix rode on in high spirits. Everything had gone so well. She was going to marry Bertie, and they loved each other and would be happy ever after.
Bertie hadn’t mentioned Curragh Camp. He had put it aside as unimportant. She did not want him to make a confession as the Queen thought he might. That was all over. Bertie would not wish to disturb her with such a thing. It didn’t matter in any case. The past was over. It was the future which was important and that lay before them, bright and promising great happiness.
Chapter VI
THE WEDDING AT WINDSOR
Rarely had there been such excitement in Copenhagen, and the heroine of the hour was Princess Alexandra. Ever since King Frederick had led his armies into battle over the Schleswig-Holstein controversy an uneasiness had prevailed with the King and his ministers because they knew that although it appeared that that particular war had been satisfactorily concluded this was not in fact the case. Schleswig-Holstein was like an ulcer in Denmark’s side – dormant at the time but ready to break out at any moment.
King Frederick came to the Yellow Palace to congratulate Prince Christian and Princess Louise on this forthcoming marriage.
‘But it is wonderful,’ he cried. ‘There is nothing that could please me more. Our beautiful Alexandra to become the Princess of Wales. You know how anxious we have been. This will mean that the English are our allies. The Prussians won’t dare to strike while we have England behind us.’
‘You think that Alix will have so much influence?’
‘My dear Louise, not Alix herself. Our dear girl is not made for politics. She has been born to charm. But England would come to our aid if the home of the Princess of Wales was attacked. There could not be anything that pleased me more. And now that the Russians are putting out feelers for Dagmar … why, Christian, my boy, you have served your country well through your daughters.’
To show his pleasure he presented Alix with a necklace composed of pearls and diamonds.
‘There, my dear,’ he said placing it round her neck, ‘whenever you wear this think of Denmark.’
Countess Danner, who had come to the Yellow Palace with Frederick, looked on sourly. She would have loved to possess such jewellery.
Later in her bedroom the family came to admire the necklace. Alix put it on rather gingerly and said that it did not match up with anything she had and she did not know when she would wear it.
‘You’ll wear it at balls and banquets to which you’ll go with your husband,’ said Thyra. ‘Oh, Alix, you’ll look marvellous. Shall you have a crown? Oh, do have a crown. That would be perfect. And think how it would match the necklace.’
Alix said that only Kings and Queens had crowns but a tiara would be very nice. But nine-year-old Thyra thought a crown would be best.
‘You’ll have to wait until the old Queen dies,’ she said. ‘Then you’ll get your crown.’
‘Oh, don’t talk about her dying,’ cried Alix.
‘Is it unlucky?’
‘I don’t know but I met her, you know, and in a way … I quite liked her. Besides, I should be terrified to be Queen. Princess of Wales will do very nicely for a start.’
Dagmar regarded her sister with solemn eyes. Thyra didn’t seem to realise that this was going to be the break-up of the family. In future when they went out riding or played their games or packed up for the summer visits to Rumpenheim, Alix would not be with them. Nothing would be the same again; and then very soon she herself might go away … perhaps to Russia.
Everyone was so excited and said it was such good fortune, but losing Alix from the family circle seemed just the opposite to Dagmar.
* * *
The Queen was sending despotic messages from Windsor. The wedding should take place in January. She saw no reason for delay.
‘Good Heavens,’ cried Louise, ‘she cannot dictate to us in this way. Imagine poor Alix leaving at that time of the year. The ports would doubtless be frozen up in any case. Besides, it is for us to say when the wedding shall be. January is far too soon.’
The Queen wrote back. She granted that the weather might prevent Alix’s coming in January, but her daughter Alice was due to have her baby in February and as it was Alice’s first and the confinement was to take place at Windsor, that made February out of the question.
March was agreed upon.
Uncle Leopold, not to be left out of the excitement, suggested that Alix should stay a few days in Brussels en route for England. It would give her a respite which would be much needed. It would also give Leopold an opportunity of grounding her in what he would expect of her when she was Princess of Wales. He would want to remind her that he had played his part in bringing about this brilliant marriage, also that he was the favourite uncle of the Queen and his opinions carried some weight with her.
The arrangements were finally agreed to and the deputations began to arrive at the Yellow Palace. All day long people were calling from the foreign embassies; the tradesmen came too and there were long speeches to be listened to, gifts to be accepted, elaborate and humble. The shoemakers of Copenhagen presented the Princess with a pair of gold embroidered shoes and the villagers of Bernstorff gave her porcelain vases in a wicker basket tied with ribbons in the colours of the flags of Denmark and England. These small gifts touched her more deeply than the diamond and pearl necklace given by the King.
The Queen wrote that she was presenting the bride with a wedding gown of Honiton lace and it was already being made for her. It would be one of her wedding presents to the Princess, to whom she always referred as dear sweet Alix, which confirmed the belief that Alix had made an unusually good impression on her.
The dark February days seemed to grow shorter and shorter. Poor Dagmar was very despondent and Alix knew that she herself was going to feel the separation deeply, but she had Bertie to comfort her while Dagmar had only her hopes – or fears – of the Russian alliance.
Each day the Rev. M. S. Ellis, who was Chaplain to the British Legation in Copenhagen, came to the Yellow Palace to instruct her in the form of Protestantism which was practised in England and was slightly different from the Lutheranism of Denmark.
Then there were the balls and receptions given in her honour. Wally’s husband – now Sir Augustus – gave a ball for her at the British Embassy. Wally was more vivacious than ever and obviously delighted that her efforts had borne fruit. She whispered to Alix that she looked beautiful and Bertie was going to be very proud of her. And Wally of course would pay frequent visits to England. ‘Don’t forget I’m married to an Englishman,’ she
said with a grimace towards her handsome husband.
Alix’s grandparents gave a party for her and her grandfather was clearly delighted with her.
‘Such an ugly little thing you were when you were born,’ he kept reminding her.
Then of course there was the reception at the Yellow Palace when she must say good-bye to all those who had taught her and served her during her childhood. This was the saddest of them all.
Dear Miss Knudsen, who had taught her English and had become a friend, was very sad. Alix knew that she owed a great deal to her because under her tuition her English had become quite good. She had only the faintest accent which Bertie assured her was adorable and now and then she used expressions which might not have been exactly English but which she realised were quaint and charming.
Then came the last night in the Yellow Palace. Dagmar stayed late in her room and they sat talking of the past. Poor Dagmar, who was going to be lonely and was a little apprehensive. Dagmar was far cleverer than she was. Louise had always said so. Alix was not the clever one in the family, even though she might be the beauty.
‘You were always so much quicker at lessons than I,’ she told Dagmar to cheer her. ‘When you marry you’ll have nothing to fear. You will understand politics and everything. I’m lucky. Bertie told me he was glad I was not one of those clever women. He couldn’t abide them. Suppose he had been like his father. I would never have done.’
‘There aren’t many men like him, I suppose.’
‘According to the Queen, alas – according to Bertie, thank heaven – No!’
‘Bertie is a little disrespectful towards his dear papa.’
‘Bertie is honest. And I think he is much nicer than his saintly papa.’
‘I’m sure of that,’ said Dagmar.
Then they talked of tomorrow and the journey and the wedding. It was all so exciting.
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