Courting Her Highness_ The Story of Queen Anne - Jean Plaidy [114]
But Abigail was aware of a great confidence which had come to Robert Harley; and she shared in it.
She had told the Queen that Samuel Masham had asked her to marry him and Anne was delighted. She would give the marriage her blessing, which meant a handsome dowry as well; and she did not suggest that Sarah should be told.
That was significant. The relationship between Mrs. Morley and Mrs. Freeman had not been strengthened by Mrs. Freeman’s victory.
There seemed no reason why Abigail’s marriage should be delayed any longer. Samuel was eager for it and Abigail was willing.
Dr. Arbuthnot, the Queen’s Scottish doctor, who had learned to admire and respect Abigail during their encounters in the sick room, was interested in the couple.
“I would not care,” he had said, “to see Your Majesty bereft of Mrs. Hill. This is a marriage after my own heart, for the bride’s home will still be in Your Majesty’s bedchamber.”
“I am pleased too,” agreed Anne, “for I could not do without Hill. And it is a great pleasure to me to see her happy. I have had the best husband in the world and my marriage would have been completely happy if it had been … fruitful.”
“Well we’ll hope that Mrs. Hill enjoys both the felicity and the fruit, Madam.”
“I shall pray that she does.”
“And when is the ceremony to take place, Madam?”
“You must consult Hill about that, Dr. Arbuthnot,” said the Queen benignly.
So the doctor did. It was difficult, Abigail explained. She could scarcely expect to be married in the royal apartments, and she was anxious for the marriage to remain something of a secret for a time. She and Samuel wanted no hindrances.
Dr. Arbuthnot nodded. Like Abigail he was thinking of the Duchess of Marlborough. She had no right to interfere with Abigail’s marriage, but she was not one to look for a right before interfering.
This matter of Sunderland had in Arbuthnot’s opinion not helped the Queen’s health. He had said to his wife: “The more we keep that woman from the Court the better for Her Majesty.”
“Mrs. Arbuthnot would take it an honour if you were wedded in our apartment,” he said.
Abigail’s plain face was alight with pleasure.
“Oh, doctor, that is kind of you and Mrs. Arbuthnot!”
“Get away with ye,” said the doctor. “We’ll be glad to do a turn for you.”
When Abigail went back to the Queen, Anne noticed that she was looking pleased and Abigail told her of Dr. Arbuthnot’s suggestion.
“He is a good man,” said Anne. “I am pleased. Sit down, Hill. Oh dear, I shall have to learn to call you Masham. I shall come to the wedding to give you my blessing, my dear.”
Abigail took the swollen hand and kissed it.
“How can I ever thank Your Majesty.”
“Hill, I have much for which to thank you. You are a comfort to me … a very great comfort.”
There was silence for a few moments then Abigail said: “Madam, Masham and I thought that it might be better to keep our marriage a secret for a while. There might be some who, in the first place, might try to prevent it and, in the second, might grow angry because permission had not been asked. Have I your Majesty’s permission to avoid this … this inconvenience?”
Anne’s lips tightened for a moment. Abigail without looking at her was aware of this and knew that she was thinking of the Duchess of Marlborough who had so recently scored the victory of Sunderland—at least she thought it was a victory.
“I think it is good, Hill, always to avoid inconvenience when possible.”
The matter was settled.
Abigail Hill was to be married to Samuel Masham in the apartments of Dr. Arbuthnot. The Queen would be present—but the Duchess of Marlborough should be kept in ignorance of the event.
Mrs. Danvers had been feeling unwell for a long time, and one morning she awoke and said to herself: “I believe I am dying.”
She rose from her bed and tottered to her mirror. Her face looked yellow. Of course she was getting old. She had come to the Queen when Anne was a young girl and had been with her all through the reigns of Charles II, James II, William and Mary, and now Anne’s own. Not that they were