At this time I heard a story of Lord Charles, who was always known as
"Charlie Beresford," and who played many a practical joke. There was a
very stout and good-humoured lady who was a general favourite in
society and especially with young men. On one occasion she happened to
be leaving an evening-party when Lord Charles escorted her to her
brougham, which appeared a tight fit for her, and being prompted by a
sudden fit of devilment he seized the linkman who was handy and thrust
him into her carriage. Directly the door was closed, the oblivious
coachman drove off, and what happened afterwards must be left to the
imagination.
In that year I went down to Cowes for the yachting week, as it was
quite the best opportunity for following up the types of well-known
yachtsmen, and I passed many amusing hours in the gardens of the
Squadron.
Amongst the most frequent visitors was Lady Cardigan in gayest attire,
and usually accompanied by a much-beribboned poodle, the colour of
whose furbelows matched her own. I greatly appreciated her
hospitality, for she had an inexhaustible fund of good stories which
secured many an extra point through her wit in the telling. Just then
Prince Battyany was renting Eaglehurst, and I have a very pleasant
recollection of being taken to a garden-party there by Lord and Lady
Londonderry on their yacht the _Aileen_.
The next time I went to Cowes was on the occasion of the German
Emperor's first visit, when the little place was naturally
overcrowded, and in consequence I had unusual difficulty in getting
into the Squadron. On previous occasions I had had no trouble in
being "put up" for the club, but it seemed that every one was full up.
I was extremely disappointed as the proprietor of _Vanity Fair_ (Mr.
Gibson Bowles) had particularly wished me to make a representative
group of prominent members of the R.Y.S. I was in a quandary, so I
went to the secretary, Mr. Pasley, and told him of my predicament. He
said, "They're all full up, I am sorry I haven't the power to let you
in, but I will do my best for you. I will speak to the Prince of
Wales, he is sure to be here soon." We were talking at the gate of the
castle grounds when suddenly the secretary said, "Here he comes."
H.R.H. upon hearing of my dilemma, with his usual good nature sent a
message to tell me that he regretted I had not let him know before and
that I might come in whenever I liked, and at once if I wished. So I
received my pass in due course.
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