This has been such a difficult letter to write. If there is anything I can do for you, now or in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. I consider you a friend, and will miss you greatly.

With my very best wishes for the future,

Susannah Elmhirst

The Morning Post, Thursday, 28 June 1866

The Morning Post, Thursday, 28 June 1866

REFORM OR REBELLION?

Two days ago, the Whigs’ proposed amendments to the Reform Bill were voted down, causing Earl Russell’s government to fall. We make no secret of our objections to the Bill, which would have extended the franchise well beyond those who, in our humble opinion, are best placed to exercise it. Members of the Reform League do not agree with our stance, however, and, we are reliably informed, intend to organise a number of protests in the Capital this summer.

Has this spirit of rebellion sprung up in certain members of the weaker sex, we wonder? Could the Duke of B——, a loyal Tory and staunch opponent of Reform, have been nurturing a rebel in his own household? The long-anticipated alliance between His Grace’s second daughter, Lady M—— and a certain Scottish earl appears to have foundered. The Earl of K——, who had been paying diligent attention to the lady, has been conspicuous by his absence from her side at social gatherings of late. We have it on the best of authority that, while the gentleman and the duke were of one accord, unfortunately the lady demurred. We recommend that you oppose reform closer to home, Your Grace, and set an example to all in these turbulent times. Long-established tradition and authority must be upheld.

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Windsor Castle, Thursday, 5 July 1866

IF YOU DON’T REGAIN YOUR APPETITE SOON, you’re liable to be blown away by the first puff of wind,” Molly said, making some last-minute adjustments to the bodice of Margaret’s bridesmaid’s gown. “Here, let’s see how this looks.”

Margaret stood listlessly while she was draped first in the various layers of white glacé, then white tulle, followed by silver. Pink roses, forget-me-nots, and white heather were used in abundance to trim the elaborate creation. More of the same had been formed into a wreath for her hair to support the long tulle veil. Molly surveyed her work with a critical eye, making a few final tweaks before nodding. “You’ll do.”

“Thank you.” Margaret threw her arms around her maid. “Oh, Molly, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”