The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count KönigsmarckWilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
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The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count Königsmarck
Wilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
Königsmarck, Christopher von, 1665-1694; Sophia Dorothea, consort of George I, King of Great Britain, 1666-1726
“At last I have your answer, the one I have been waiting for
impatiently to determine my movements; but I am none the wiser. All I
can make out is that you do not want me to come for a few days. At any
other time I should have been very angry, but now I am as indifferent
as you. You seem to be very phlegmatic about all I do, and I assure
you I am equally so as regards yourself. I am rather glad to be in
this mood, for otherwise I should have been hurt about the _fête_ you
gave last night to La Platen and other ladies. Stubenfol gave a full
account of it at the dinner table. ‘Everybody was delighted. No party
could have gone off better; everything showed forethought and
gallantry.’ I am not surprised you surpassed yourself, the ladies were
well worth the trouble, and when a host is inspired by such charming
guests he must needs succeed to perfection. It is easy for me to
follow your advice. I feel quite content to stay here as long as it
pleases you. Many thanks for all the news you tell me. I am not
jealous of La Platen because she has had a letter from the Prince. I
am delighted to see so fine a union. I also send no end of good wishes
for the continuation of your pleasures; I should be quite distressed
to interrupt them by my presence. I don’t know how you expect me to
reconcile the eagerness you pretend to show concerning my movements
with the indifference you display by your conduct. If you had even a
little consideration for me you would not behave as you do. Continual
pleasure-parties take place. But I am wrong to complain or to find
fault with _your_ behaviour; it is _my_ conduct, forsooth, that is
open to criticism! I go, you say, every day to the comedy; the
gallants whisper in my ear; they caress me in the box! Is it to fill
up your paper that you tell such falsehoods? There is not a word of
truth in them. Since I have been here they have played a comedy only
twice, and each time I have been in my father’s box alone with him. I
am always considering your wishes: I am ashamed of it, for I carry
consideration much further than you deserve. But I have said enough on
the subject; it is so unpleasant that I am very glad to end it.
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