Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part seven ~ meeting her first love

Carolinelamb“On one side I have a boarding house, where various instruments and voices are playing so loud that it makes perfect discord, on the other side Harryo is practicing the harp with… Corisande on the piano forte, Caroline St Jules on the guitar, and my Caro upstairs on the Piano forte, all different music, all loud and all discordant.’  These are some wonderful words which Lady Caroline Lamb’s mother wrote from a place the Bessboroughs and Devonshires were staying in Ramsgate to her young love Granville, in 1802. Little gems like this are a great insight into what life was really like…

It was in this same year that Caroline met her first love, and her future husband, but before I tell you about how and where they met, let me give you a quick background to this series of posts, for anyone joining us today, and for those of you who follow my blog, just skip to where I have marked the text in bold type.

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.”

In August 1802 Caroline visited Brocket Hall, the home of the Melbournes (William Lamb’s mother and father), with her mother, aunt and cousins and met William Lamb there. William at the time was twenty years old and just finishing his education at Trinity Hall. Caroline’s particularly large eyes, and her soft, low voice, charmed him. While his dark hair and blue eyes, charmed the sixteen year old Caroline.

Her cousin Harryo noted the mutual interest in letters written that summer. ‘There was an extraordinary flirtation between William Lamb and Caro Ponsonby… and they seem, I hear, mutually captivated. When the rest were at games etc. William was in a corner, reading and explaining poetry to Car… and in the morning, reading tales of wonder together tithertother. When she played hunt the squirrel,  hunt the slipper etc. he did; always sat by her..’

The problem was that William’s family were not suitable. They were newly rich, rather than a historically recognized family. William’s grandfather was the son of a tradesman, who inherited a fortune and wisely made more money from it. He bought Brocket Hall in 1746 and received a baronetcy in 1755. His son, William’s official father, then inherited and married Elizabeth Milbanke.

William’s parents’ marriage was as equally unconventional as Caroline’s parents’, and wider family (although who knows how conventional it was in their day). William was one of six, and potentially they were all born of different fathers. Only the eldest brother was Lord Melbourne’s actual offspring. William was second born and in fact the son of the Earl of Egremont, who did know William was his, and actually had William’s portrait hung at his family home.

William’s younger brother George Lamb was sired by a much more influential father though, the Prince of Wales, and for the favour of his wife it earned her husband a position as a Viscount and a place in the House of Lords.

But the family’s manners were considered very poor, the Devonshire click condemned their ‘wisecracks, raucous laughter, rude noises and snoring in the parlour during in daytime naps‘ all recorded by Harryo (although not in that particular order). Caroline also speaks later of William’s brothers slouching in chairs and swearing in her company.

Of course if you have followed my blog for a while, you will have heard a lot about the Lamb men, from the memoirs of a courtesan. The courtesans found the Lambs equally outrageous. One of them hid in a courtesan’s bedroom to sleep while she was downstairs and then woke while she was going to the toilet in her chamber and laughed at her. Another of them tried to strangle Harriet Wilson when she would not comply to his wishes…

There was no way then that William stood a chance of winning Caro following the summer of 1802, although William did say ‘Of all the Devonshire House girls, that is the one for me.’

Next week I’ll tell you about Caro’s second coming out ball in Paris, which I was very surprised to read about considering it was the time of Napleon…

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Capturing The Earl’s Love Part Seventeen ~ A Historical Romance Story

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A Historical Romance story

 Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

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Part Seventeen

The penultimate part

In the evening, Rupert watched Rowena closely when they went to the Hartford’s ball. She danced with Kendrick, twice, and she smiled at him, no longer looking wary. But surely she could not be interested in Kendrick? Yet she ate supper with him, too, after their second dance. Ellen and Edward sat with them, and the conversation seemed continuous and easy from what Rupert could see as he sat across the room with Meredith.

Meredith touched his arm, drawing his attention back to her. She’d done it deliberately, he guessed, to stop him staring at Rowena. His observation had probably been too obvious; others were looking at Rowena and Kendrick now. In reality, Kendrick had done nothing wrong. Rupert put Rowena from his mind, and focused on Meredith.

He had introduced her to his other cousin, Edward’s brother, Robert, tonight.

Robert then ribbed Rupert mercilessly for a half-hour while Meredith was dancing. He thought it highly amusing that Rupert had been snared – and snared so unwillingly. Yet he’d told Rupert, when Rupert protested, not to complain if a beautiful young woman wanted him so much she’d felt forced into laying a trap for him.

Robert’s view was that Rupert should be flattered.

He did feel flattered tonight. Meredith was sitting beside him, smiling openly, with none of the coercion he’d sensed previously, and she chattered merrily with his acquaintances who’d come to congratulate him on his choice of wife, even though they all knew his hand had been forced.

She seemed so different to the person he thought he’d known.

He danced a waltz with her after supper. It was not like their first waltz. He was starting to barely recognise the man who’d danced with her then. It seemed it was not only Meredith he’d seen another side to. This man felt companionship, need and cherishment as he danced with her, holding her gaze and smiling as he looked forward to tonight.

She smiled, too. Not the smile which had always angered him, but another, a new one, one which caught as light shimmering in her blue eyes.

His heart beat steadily.

~

When Rupert came downstairs the following morning, Rowena was waiting in the hall, looking up at him.

“Good morning, Rowena.”

“Oh Rupert.” She rushed forward. “I have to tell you something, and you must listen.”

He took her hand to stop her outburst as she neared him. “Tell me while I eat, Rowena. I’m hungry.”

He’d built an appetite up with his wife again this morning. He’d discovered at least one thing he’d never expected from marriage, that he liked to sleep beside a woman just as much as he enjoyed making love to her. Tonight he might simply tell Meredith to always sleep in his bed.

“But, Rupert, I’ve something important to tell you.”

“Very well, I will send the servants out while I eat.”

She did not look happy to wait, yet it would only be moments.

Just as they seated themselves, the door knocker struck.

Rowena immediately stood, and her eyes spun to Rupert.

What now?

“Will you ask Lord Morton to receive me?” Kendrick’s baritone voice echoed in the large hall, reaching through the open door of the breakfast room. Rupert looked at his sister as she looked at him.

“His Lordship is at home, sir. Let me show you to the library, you may wait there.”

“If I must…” Kendrick’s voice rang with impatience.

Rupert put his finger to his lips when he saw Rowena was about to speak.

They heard footsteps, and then a door opened across the hall. “I shall fetch his lordship, sir.” The door closed, and in a few moments, the butler was at the door of the breakfast room.

“Lord Kendrick, my Lord—”

“Yes, I know, Owens, we heard. Leave us alone now, and shut the door. I’ll be there in a while.”

Once he’d gone, Rupert looked at Rowena. “Well? I suppose you knew he was coming. Why is he back?”

She blushed. “I wished to tell you—”

“That you spent an afternoon with him yesterday, I know. Meredith told me, as she should have done. She is my wife, Rowena; you should not ask her to keep secrets from me, and do not disparage her for telling me.”

His thoughts turned to the woman he’d left sleeping in the room above them. She’d been warm and soft. He wished he’d not risen.

“Rupert, do not judge Lord Kendrick so ill just because he is older than me. I… He has come to ask for my hand again.”

“Has he?”

“I have said I shall accept him.”

Rupert felt cold. “Why?

“Because I like him, Rupert.”

“Liking is a poor foundation for a marriage.”

“No, like is a good foundation. I do not seek more than that. I will be happy. I like his children, too, and…” Her words dried, but then they began again. “I can give them the childhood I wished for…”

His brow furrowed. “You must want more for yourself; something like Edward and Ellen have… I’d not thought I wished for it, Rowena, but I am….” He felt himself flush. “I’ve discovered it with Meredith, Rowena, and I would not be without it, now.” It? Love… Was that what it was? Had he fallen in love with Meredith? If he had, he’d only realised it just now as he’d spoken.

Rowena came to take his hands. “Then I’m glad for you, Rupert. But I do not look for that. There is no one I’ve met, other than Lord Kendrick, who I think I would be happy with, and happiness is enough for me. Say yes to him, please.”

Rupert didn’t know how to answer. She’d obviously thought about her response. It was not a whim. “You’re sure? He’s not coerced you in any way?”

“No. He’s been kind, he cares, and he can make me laugh. I know I was scared of him at first, but now I do not know why.”

Rupert smiled, remembering looking into her eyes a dozen years ago, when she’d been a small child.

If this is what she wished… “Very well, I will accept him, but you must come and speak with him in front of me, and let me see how you are together.”

She nodded, then hugged him.

~

Capturing The Earl’s Love is the  story of two of the secondary characters from the 1st book in

the Marlow Intrigues Series

‘The Illicit Love of a Courtesan’

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

The Lost Love of Soldier ~ The Prequel

#1 The Illicit Love of a Courtesan

#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 here, see  index

#3 The Scandalous Love of a Lord

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