Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part nine ~ The Bessborough’s life in France in the time of Napoleon

In my last post I told you about the ball the young Lady Caroline attended for  her coming out in Paris,which I was surprised to read, was still a really important event for her family even after the revolution, when Napoleon was in power… but it was also interesting to read how they still felt a pull toward the french society and yet did not accept the new social structure and avoided that as much as they could. But before I tell you the story here’s the history to this series of posts if you are new to my page, and if you are not and if you’ve read it before then skip to the end of the italics where I have marked the text in bold.

CarolinelambI was drawn to Lady Caroline Lamb, who lived in the Regency era, because Harriette Wilson the courtesan who wrote her memoirs in 1825, mentions the Ponsonby and the Lamb family frequently. Also the story of Caroline’s affair with Lord Byron captured my imagination. Caroline was also a writer, she wrote poems, and novels in her later life. I have read Glenarvon.

Her life story and her letters sucked me further into the reality of the Regency world which is rarely found in modern-day books. Jane Austen wrote fictional, ‘country’ life as she called it, and I want to write fictional ‘Regency’ life rather than simply romance. But what I love when I discover gems in my research like Caroline’s story is sharing the real story behind my fiction here too.

Lady Caroline Lamb was born Caroline Ponsonby, on the 13th November 1785. She was the daughter of Frederick Ponsonby, Viscount Duncannon, and Henrietta (known as Harriet), the sister of the infamous Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire.

Caroline became an official lady when her grandfather died, and her father became Earl of Bessborough earning her the honorific title ‘Lady’ and she grew up in a world of luxury, even Marie Antoinette was a family friend. Caroline was always renowned as being lively, and now it is suspected she had a condition called bipolar. As a child she earned herself a title as a ‘brat’, by such things as telling her aunt Georgiana that Edward Gibbon’s (the author of The Decline and fall of the Roman Empire) face was ‘so ugly it had frightened her puppy’.

And when she grew up Byron once described Caroline as “the cleverest most agreeable, absurd, amiable, perplexing, dangerous fascinating little being that lives now or ought to have lived 2000 years ago.”

Before the revolution, to be an officer in the French army, men had to be able to prove they were descendants of nobility and that this stretched back at least three generations, and so the days when Lady Bessborough and her sister the Duchess of Devonshire were brought up, and would have traveled to France to mingle with society there, were very different. As the family were so strongly linked to the political set I wonder if that is partly why Harriet and Georgina took their daughters to France once the treaty was signed, to make some political point, but I do not know that.

However I do know that Lady Caroline’s mother Harriet went to great lengths to avoid an introduction to the Empress Josephine and she openly stated that she thought the lady’s heritage too doubtful to want any association with her, especially as she had been close friends with Marie Antionette,

Harriet complained bitterly about having to sit among ‘common people’ in the theatre too, and refused to sit with the ‘rabble’.

They did record in letters watching a military parade on January 5, 1803, but again Harriette succeeded in avoiding an introduction to Napoleon.

Napoleon suspected the Duchess of Devonshire, and Lady Bessborough of encouraging other’s in English high society to avoid and snub him , which was true, hence why I wonder if there was some political statement going on by their being there as well as perhaps an element of sentimentality and a desire for their girls to experience life as they had…

But potentially it was not really the balls and grandeur of Paris that touched Caroline most and had the greatest impact upon her choices in later life, it was two notorious women. If you have been following this series of blogs you will know from my earlier posts that Caroline’s younger life was touched by numerous scandals due to the trend for promiscuity in her family, but while they were in Paris they met two very strong female characters, who simply did what they wished and let the world think what it liked.

The first was Germaine de Staël, who had divorced Baron Staël-Holstein only recently, and been exiled by Napoleon on more than one occasion for being too outspoken, and then she had only recently published a feminist novel, Delphine. Both Harriet and Caroline loved Delphine, which some thought immoral, but Lady Bessborough wrote to her lover ‘My eyes are swell’d out of my head with crying over Delphine, and I have but just got through the first Vol. Pray read it if you have time and mark.

The other lady who came into the Bessborough’s sphere was Juliette Récamier, the wife of a banker, another lady who had a presence and character that drew people into her circles, like Germaine de Staël she held ‘at homes,’ that were more like courtly sessions for her admirers, and she is described like this ‘beautiful white Shoulders expos’d perfectly uncover’d to view – in short completely undress’d and in bed.’

Lady Bessborough, and the Duchess of Devonshire, being women of the highest fashion, in fact leaders of fashion, saw immediately the intrigue and fascination of both women and so extended invitations to both to visit them in England…

Lady Bessborough returned to England on February 15 1803 with Caroline, saying farewell to France, having successfully avoided an introduction to Napoleon and the Empress Josephine the entire time.

Next week,  I shall tell you about more scandals which surrounded the family on their return to England, and would have affected Caroline’s view of life, not that it ever seemed far away from the sisters.

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Reckless in Innocence ~ A #Free Historical Romance story ~ Part Four

Reckless in Innocence

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Reckless in Innocence

Reckless in Innocence

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Part Four

Marcus

But. He had morals. Some left. A few… She had been entirely innocent. Her fingers clasped at his hips. She must have sensed his inner battle. But then he had not not moved in moments.

“I want this,” she said again, her fingernails cutting into his skin, her grip was so firm. But then it gentled and her hands ran up beneath his shirt and waistcoat.

All he could see in her eyes was a dark certainty at their hearts. It shone in her pupils – a need for him to continue.

His hand lifted and brushed the strands of hair ornamenting her brow to one side.

He had still not moved, but he was still buried deep within her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, “I need you to.”

Need was a very strong word.

Need…

He needed too.

He moved then, withdrawing slowly. His hands held her thighs, while she clung to his hips.

His jaw was set, a muscle flickering in his cheek. She was a little dry now. This must be sore for her, and uncomfortable perhaps.

But she had said – needed…

“Lean back a little,” he whispered. “Put your hands behind you.”

She did as he bid her, looking up to the night sky beyond the room and the glinting stars and moonlight which shone above them. He had never before cared about the setting of where he brought a woman pleasure… But this girl was different.

He touched her too then, his thumb brushing over the fore of her feminine flesh as he gently withdrew and slowly pressed in.

He was renowned as a skillful seducer surely he could bring pleasure to an innocent. He just needed to help her body learn what it ought to know.

“Is it better?” he whispered as he withdrew and pressed in, letting his pace grow in determination.

A shiver racked her frame. “Yes,” the answer slipped out on a breath.

It was better, she had become slicker, and her inner muscle warm and swollen.

He leaned forward a little – desire, passion, pulling him closer. Her gaze dropped to look at him. He kissed her… one hand bracing her head, while the other still pressed the spot between her legs that made her hotter, and he continued to claim her.

Her lips pressed and brushed against his, searching and clinging to his, the response urging him on, asking for more than he was giving, as her inner heat absorbed his thoughts.

He ceased touching her and gripped her thighs, and then moved more vigorously, filling and claiming the girl as his. He was the first to do this with her.

The very first.

His fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs, and he looked to watch himself enter her body. She was so pale, and the dusting of hair, golden.

The girl merely leaned back upon the table and let him take… her innocence.

He drove in thrice more as her muscle shook in his hands, and then his end came, growling in his blood. He caught the sound before it leaked from his mouth; it erupted only as a low groan, while his fingers clung to her thighs and the emotion of release washed over him and swept away.

She was shaking, when he withdrew. He saw blood on her thighs and on him.

She had not reached her climax, he had intended it to get that far but she was so bloody tight, as soon as she had grown hot and slick again, he had lost control. He had not left a woman wanting since he’d been a bloody boy.

But God, what was a man supposed to do when he found himself unexpectedly making love to a virgin.

She was still shaking.

But hell, he was shaking.

His fingers lifted and brushed a strand of hair back from her cheek. “Are you well?”

She nodded, but did not speak.

He did not know what to say? What to do? This was only the second time in his life he had known what it felt like to be helpless.

He cursed inwardly, reaching for the handkerchief in the pocket of his evening coat then wiped her thighs, before wiping himself clean too… There was no hearth in here, in which to burn it, he would have to put the thing in the fire at home.

Why had he done it? Why had he given in?

Why had she urged him to do it?

His finger and thumb captured her chin and tilted her eyes up so she looked at him.

They shone with unshed tears.

He cursed himself.

“Elizabeth,” he said her name, because he was unsure what else to say. What was there to say? Nothing. So don’t speak he told himself, but even so the words, “I’m sorry,” slipped out.

There was nothing more he could do here. Nothing to repair this.

He tore his gaze away from hers, tucked his shirt back in and then secured his falls.

His hands still shook.

The handkerchief. The evidence of his crime, secured in his coat, hidden from the view of society, and those who would abhor what he had done to this girl, he looked up and said to her. “I shall go back. You should wait here a few moments and tidy yourself up, before you follow. I will ensure no one comes this way…”

She did not answer, and he did not wait for her to.

He turned away and left, the soles of his evening shoes echoing on the porcelain tiles.

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If you cannot wait until next week for more of Jane Lark’s writing there’s plenty to read right now 😀

To read the Marlow Intrigues series, you can start anywhere, but this is the actual order

The Lost Love of Soldier ~ The Prequel

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#1.5 Capturing The Love of an Earl ~ This Free Novella

#2 The Passionate Love of a Rake

#2.5 The Desperate Love of a Lord ~ Free and NOW available to pre-order from Amazon

#3 The Scandalous Love of a Lord

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