Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part Twenty-one ~ The scandal of waltzing parties

CarolinelambIt has been a little while since I wrote a post on the real life of Lady Caroline Lamb, so you’ll have to forgive me, I have been busy. I will continue with the story but probably slowly 🙂 just to warn you.

In my last post I told you of Caroline’s first intrigue, with a true Regency rake, who had an appalling reputation and was band from gentlemen’s clubs,  Sir Godfrey Vassal Webster… But even though she had written both to her mother-in-law and her husband protesting that she would end the affair, she was still inclined towards him.

For anyone beginning to read this series of posts about Caro Lamb today, here’s the background, but for anyone who has already read it (and remembers it, as it’s been so long since I posted 😉 ) then pick up reading from where I have marked the text in bold.

I 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.” 

Caroline’s affair with Godfrey Webster was supposed to have ended in April 1810 but in June she wrote to her mother-in-law begging her to allow Caroline to have a final meeting with Godfrey “If I may see him tomorrow & if you will not tell my mother the Dss of Devonshire or Frederick Ponsonby (as if any of them could talk ) what passed tonight I will be as gentle as docile as a Lamb, I will try & conquer feelings which are now too strong for my reason to command…I have faults but I am not a brute or a beast without a heart… if the 8th of June would not do the 14th shall-& if I cut my hands off I will give up writing…”

According to opinion their affair did end after this but it did not mean that Caroline suddenly became content in her marriage, instead she discovered a new way to escape it. The waltz. It was considered extremely scandalous at the time, and the women who danced it were considered scandalous, so of course Caro danced it, and, like anything else banned, what happened was a separate society of people began meeting solely to waltz. They had waltzing parties, where they just danced waltzes all night, and the Prince Regent was a part of this group of people so it was a very elite group.

Caro recorded her opinion on discovering the waltz, and those who criticized it, in a letter to her mother-in-law on the 29th May 2011

“After dinner what occurred? ruin to the character of the young & innocent – waltzing was the subject of discussion – Princess Sophy agreed with me that we had better stick to the dance of our own country  – but the Duke insisted on one turn – the Band playd O mein Liebe augustein & off we went – an extra step o his Highness put me out. vainly I remonstrated round & round we turned & I never thought waltzing so criminal in my life  tho’ I have always been of the opinion & still am that those who like it like it because it is doubtful – thus unco good young Women who shudder at the thought of vice like to venture to the edge of the precipice down which so many of their frail companions have been thrown – they  simper over an improper Book – ride & flert as Lady Ossulstone calls it in Rotten Row… 

I too am much inclined to Flert

but then tis with a Gentleman

I ride – but you ride in the dert

With all the black legs that you can – 

now I do keep in Rotten Row –

Though that displeases little O –

I likewise walze & think no wrong

Lord O sees harm but I see none

for if you do not walze too long

& turn the same with every one –

How can there be the least of evil

if the Man turnd out the devil

then I will walze let who say no

For who cares much for little O –

& let her Walze & Flert with all the Courtly finikee witless things that call themselves Gentlemanlike…”

 

She had now truly fallen in love with waltzing, so much so that when she went out with William on the sixth anniversary of their marriage in June 1811, she stayed at a party waltzing rather than leave when he did. Again in a confession to her mother-in-law, she writes…

“William Lamb for the first time last night witnessed what he never before believed – it was our Wedding day & as he left me Walzing at 2 o’clock he reminded me of it & of the vows and protestations I had then made – & are they all changed in a few years – no believe me – I remained however till 1/2 past 5 & as I drove home my heart reproached me & tho tired to death I could not sleep…” 

But in July she was again discovered to be continuing her affair with Godfrey Webster. This time her mother caught Caroline with a letter from him and drew out a confession after Caroline sought to deny it. They had been passing letters through his brother (But let us remember how many years Caroline’s mother had an affair with a young army officer for, bearing him illegitimate children – he, by the way, had now produced his first legitimate child with Caro’s relation whom he’d been married off to). Anyway what followed was another long letter of confession to her mother-in-law, and then the following morning an apology for that letter.

Caroline then made another effort to be a “Pattern wife” to William and asked him to help her learn Greek, only at the same time, she made friends with another dubious woman of Britain’s elite society, Lady Oxford, whose children were known to have been sired by several men, (a little like Caro’s hollier-than-thou mother-in-law). Lady Oxford fostered Caroline’s friendship and desire for recklessness and turned Caro’s education in Greek into a discussion on how learning Greek might excite the passion.

At this point in Caro’s life the Duke of Devonshire died, leaving her cousin, and former beau, Hart, to take on the dukedom – which meant of course that revenge could be had on his father’s long-standing mistress who’d then usurped his mother. Hart threw her out of the Devonshires’ properties. I laughed at his reply to his sister who begged him for some leniency, commenting on the fact that the Duchess did not look well, “I see she wears no rouge.”

Caroline continued her efforts be the perfect wife throughout the summer of 1811 and in October writes to her cousin Georgiana, “this House is beautiful but there are no dogs & to me that is unpleasant – Wm Lamb chases the Fox & pheasants  – I ride a great deal & see much of the Neighbours – Augustus is my bosom friend…he is also Wm Lambs delight – we are united like 3 flames or 3 oaks or what you will…”

But in another letter she expressed a different opinion, “no time will ever bring me back the perfect innocence & enjoyment I once possessed nor shall I ever hear William’s name or meet his eyes without feelings of bitter reproach.” 

These sentiments lead us into the next post on Caroline which will be about her meeting Lord Byron… I shan’t make any promises on when it will be posted though, I am still really busy, so to not miss it, follow my blog via email.

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

Reckless in Innocence

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Chapter Ten

 

Elizabeth 

While Elizabeth paced the floor in her bedroom, Abigail stood still at the door. Elizabeth had not needed to tell her maid what Marcus had said. It was obvious that he’d refused to give his support.

“Is there anything that I may do, Miss?”

Elizabeth did not answer, she could not, her mind was a spinning top.

“Miss?” her maid urged again.

Elizabeth stopped her pacing and looked at the younger woman, she felt as though the world had collapsed inwards, self destructing. She had brought this on herself. Touch me. What a damned fool notion that had been.

How could she blame him for denying her? She could not, she could not because all this had been her fault.

But there was one thing she could do. She had one option left. Seeing as His Grace no longer cared what she did, he could hardly hold her to her promise.

“I will write a letter to Lord Percy. You must take it to him.”

“Not tonight, Miss. It is too late tonight.”

Too late. Elizabeth quickly calculated the hours that must have passed and realised that it must be nearly midnight. Too late, Abigail was right. It was too late to send her onto the streets. “Tomorrow then, Abigail.”

Tomorrow felt like forever away, and the night endless, as she laid awake, her fingers lying over the child in her stomach – Marcus’s child. When morning dawned her eyes were shadowed and her body sluggish as Abigail came to help her dress. But she knew what she must do with a cold certainty. It was not what she would have done by choice, but it was what she had to do to give her child security. She must accept Lord Percy’s offer to keep her.

But hours later her plans had borne no fruit and Elizabeth paced the floor of the parlour, as she had paced that of her bedchamber the night before, unable to just sit.

“If you do not stop, Elizabeth, you will wear the rug to threads!” Her mother looked up from a card game of patience, irritated by Elizabeth’s constant movement.

Elizabeth sat down, but in moments stood up again, unable to stay still. “What is the hour, Mama?”

“Just past noon, I believe. What are you waiting for?”

“I asked Lord Percy to call.” Her blue woollen shawl slipped slightly from her shoulder, and Elizabeth quickly pulled it back, knowing that it hid the open buttons at the back of her dress.

“You look ill, Elizabeth. Is there aught wrong?”

Elizabeth glanced back at her mother, gripping her shawl to stop her hands from fidgeting.

Ill? No, she was not ill. Shivering, she drew the shawl about her further.

If Lord Percy took her in, as she had requested in her letter, then it would not be to help her, it would be as his mistress and there would be a debt to pay, a debt she would pay with her body, a debt she would not welcome. But what choice did she have? She had thought of no other.

“Elizabeth, did you hear me? Is there aught wrong?”

Her eyes focused on her mother. Would her mother be able to think of something else? Could she offer Elizabeth another chance? Her parents had never helped her, other than in providing food and clothing. Would they help her now? A lifetime in her father’s household had seemed like purgatory a week ago, but now… Her situation was different. Her needs were greater and the possibilities had narrowed.

She made a swift decision. Perhaps another reckless choice. She would tell her mother.

As hopeless as Lady Derwent was, perhaps there was an answer that had not occurred to Elizabeth. Perhaps her father would care for the child?

“Mama, I am with child.”

Her mother stood and the pack of cards she held slid from her grasp. The playing cards tumbled to the floor, scattering across the Chinese rug, all about her feet.

 

Marcus

“I have won the wager, Tay, the lady is mine.” Percy waved a piece of paper in the air before Marcus’s face, as Marcus crossed the hall of White’s. “I will be able claim it within the week.”

The wager? Marcus stopped. She’d promised. Elizabeth had sworn to him that she would have nothing more to do with Percy. “What is this?” Marcus looked at the piece of paper which Lord Percy waved. Was that just another lie too, that she had never liked Percy.

“Your ploy obviously did not work, Tay. Whatever you did to Miss Derwent at Larchfield she returned desiring me. She has written to inform me that she intends to accept my offer. Read it for yourself.”

Marcus took the letter. He did not know her writing so there was no way of knowing if it was hers. His gaze fell to her signature first. It was signed Elizabeth.

Dear Lord Percy,

I am writing to you, my Lord, as I have given more thought to your proposal. I regret that I so rashly set it aside. I have given your offer greater consideration and I find myself more tempted. I wish to accept. I would be grateful if you would call today, as early as you are able, to discuss such an arrangement in more detail. Forgive me, but I must request your urgency in this matter my Lord, and expect you before noon.

I shall await you with much eagerness, and anticipate your honour and discretion in not discussing this with anyone.

Your servant,

Elizabeth Derwent

She’d taken the next best option beyond him then. Marcus folded the letter in half, unconsciously, and glanced at the clock. Ten after one. Percy had fulfilled neither request. Instead of going to her, he was bragging about his luck in White’s.

Loathing was the only word to describe Marcus’s feelings. He loathed the man, and if he did nothing and let this happen Percy would have Elizabeth. Percy would sleep with her and wake with her, and spend his days idling in her company.

Marcus’s gaze reached to the ceiling. Lord, he hated her as much as he loved her. He still seethed with anger at her skills of manipulation, but no matter how many times he’d listed all the reasons why he should not, he still loved her. He could not stand the knowledge. She deserved this bloody fate; she deserved a man such as Percy, but he could not bear to think of her with him.

Marcus gritted his teeth. He would not think of it. She had seduced him for his money. The woman he was in love with was not real. The woman he loved had been a lie.

Marcus thrust the letter back at Percy. This was her choice. He wanted nothing more to do with Elizabeth Derwent – and this was her choice – if she recklessly wished to ruin herself – it was her choice. He repeated the words as a chant laying all blame on her; she deserved a cruel, sadistic bastard like Percy. They would suit each other. He’d warned her half a dozen times. If she did not choose to heed him… Yet he still could not really wish that fate upon her… Damn it.

“Within the week, Tay, within the week, she shall be mine and the wager won,” Lord Percy gloated.

There would be hours to regret his words once they were spoken, but Marcus could not stand to see Percy’s look of victory. He’d take great pleasure in wiping the satisfaction from his face. There was another way to keep Elizabeth from Percy’s clutches. “I am afraid I have to disappoint you, Percy.”

Percy looked crestfallen, his face a picture that Marcus would love to preserve.

Marcus merely stared at him, speaking the truth without words.

“You took her virginity at Larchfield… You won…” Percy paused in his speech and Marcus watched the man’s internal calculation. “But it cannot be proven. You have no proof.”

Losing a wager was a shame that no gentleman sought, and Marcus could see that Percy was measuring his desire to lie and win against whether or not Marcus would announce his own success. Marcus knew Percy too well to believe for a moment that he could bear to know that he’d lost and pretend to have won. Percy was an evil bastard but he was prideful too.

Marcus smiled. Here was the blow that would seal the Campbell family’s revenge. “There, too, you are wrong. There is proof. Take on Elizabeth Derwent and you shall take on my bastard too. Elizabeth Derwent claims she is with child, my child.” Not for one moment did Marcus believe the claim was true, but if Elizabeth could play the card then so could he…

To be continued…

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