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looked quickly at her sister. Victoria’s mouth had tightened a little. She did not greatly care for Sir John Conroy, the Comptroller of her mother’s household, and she did not quite know why.
    ‘Look!’ said Feodora. ‘Dear old Späth is coming. I expect it is for you.’
    The Baroness’s yellowish face lit up with pleasure when she saw her two darlings. It was both a joy and a sadness to contemplate them. Victoria was a dear child, so vivacious, so passionate, so determined to have her way and yet so eager to be good, and always so ready to sympathise with the troubles of others. Often one saw the rather prominent blue eyes fill with tears at the sight of some poor person in distress.
    The Baroness had never really recovered from the shame of having displeased the Duchess over the Augustus d’Este affair. Poor darling Feodora had been so much in love with the young man and if she dared go against the Duchess’s wishes – which of course she would not – the Baroness would have said that a marriage with the son of the Duke of Sussex was not such an ill match. If the young couple were in love that, in Späth’s opinion, should have been reason enough.
    But the dear Duchess had been so displeased. Poor Späth trembled now to remember how angry she had been.
    And now Feodora was betrothed and was soon to be married and that meant a sad separation.
    ‘Have you come for me, dear Späth?’ asked Victoria.
    ‘It is time for your lesson, Princess.’
    Victoria walked between them a little soberly. This was how they used to walk when they went to Uncle Sussex’s garden. Alas, that Mamma had not approved. If she had dearest Feodora would not have been on the point of going away.

  Chapter II  
    A WEDDING AT KENSINGTON
    I n the house at Bushy – the favourite residence of Adelaide, Duchess of Clarence – she was preparing for the arrival of the Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg. This was in the nature of a State visit and State visits never made her very happy. She much preferred the rural life at Bushy where she and William could live quietly surrounded by the FitzClarence grandchildren who were growing numerous and whose parents looked upon the mansion as the family home.
    Adelaide was delighted that this should be so. She, who had longed for children of her own and been denied them, could find some solace in the children of others. People had ceased to remark on the extraordinary manner in which she had taken her husband’s family by Dorothy Jordan to her heart. It certainly had won William’s. She might be a little dowdy; she was certainly no beauty – she was pale and her skin was often spotty at certain times of the year; people were inclined to ignore her; but those who knew her well loved her. William her husband was delighted with her; he treated her with respect; he even listened to her; and one of his greatest delights was to see her with his grandchildren – behaving as though they were hers too. She, a Princess – albeit of a little German state – could be a fairy godmother to the actress Dorothy Jordan’s grandchildren.
    Soon she hoped to have with her her nephew by marriage – young George Cambridge whose father Adolphus, Duke of Cambridge, was at present Viceroy of Hanover. George’s mother, Augusta, had written to her saying that it was time her young George came to England to be educated and she would be happy if Adelaide would take him under her wing.
    Of course she would. She loved children; she had a way with them too; there was not one of them who did not respond at once to her affection and her gentle discipline. She herself was only happy when the house was full of them; and she gathered together all her young relations and gave parties for them; she was frequently devising new presents for them, something which would delight and enchant them. It was small wonder that they all loved Aunt Adelaide.
    Even the Cumberlands’ boy, George, was a frequent visitor. What a dear boy – so