Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part six ~ becoming a young woman

In May 1799 Caroline took her first communion in Westminster Abbey, along with her cousin Harryo, daughter of the Duchess of Devonshire, and Caroline St Jules, the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Devonshire and his long-term mistress, Bess… I have said in the previous tales about Caroline’s life it was riddled by an existence among debauchery, and that did not end as she became a young woman, but before I tell you more, here is the background to this series of posts, if you have read this before just skip to the section of bold text below.

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 13^th 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.”

When the girls took their first communion they wore white gloves and headbands, and to the world outside the Devonshire and Bessborough set the lives of their families would have appeared just as they should. That was the way the Georgians, and even the Victorian’s lived, like swans, all above water correct, but behind closed doors…

Within in months of Caroline taking her first public communion, her mother fell pregnant by her young lover, Granville.

Caroline’s mother retired to the country to hide her condition fr0m her husband, claiming illness and sending Caroline off to stay with her grandmother, Lady Spencer.

Harriet missed her niece’s, little G’s, debut ball, claiming to have had a severe fall, so she could not return to town. Although no doctors were called to attend her, but her sister, Georgiana, did visit her regularly.

When she returned to Cavendish square after the birth then the doctors were called and her head shaven to show she had been ill, but no other treatment occurred, and meanwhile her illegitimate daughter was taken in by a home for fallen women, which Harriet had set up two years before.

She did not invite Caro back to the family home then however, as she continued her affair with Granville, and entertained other fashionable men, including William Lamb on several occasions.

Caroline’s coming-out ball took place at Devonshire House in May 1801, and in the same summer her cousin, Little G, was married at the age of 17 to Lord Morpeth.

It seems Caroline had lost the wildness at this point of her life, every word written about her in letters is positive, and the family recorded their Christmas at Chatsworth, which was wintery, a layer of snow allowed them to skate and sled. But Lord Bessborough, Caroline’s father, was injured and suffered with a bout of gout when his eldest son, John, (the future heart-breaker :P) pushed his father across the ice in a chair, only to then tip him out. This however only made life more blissful for Lady Bessborough, Caroline’s mother, who tended her husband in the day, and then could easily slip away to Granville’s bed at night…

Is it any wonder that Lady Caroline Lamb grew up so confused…

We will leave her story here for now, and join Caroline again at the point she meets her future husband next week.

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The Lost Love of a Soldier – is here! The prequel to the Marlow Intrigues is out Today!

The Lost Love of a Soldier

The prequel to The Marlow Intrigues series

I am going to share some excerpts from The Lost Love of a Soldier, leading up to the release date July 17th

Dressing Ellen’s first husband in his Scarlet Military coat (The Illicit Love of a Courtesan)

and adding flesh, blood and bones to John’s father (The Scandalous Love of a Duke)

The Lost Love of a Soldier

An excerpt

They’d spent a day and another night in the carriage. Paul ached from too many hours of confinement, so they’d stopped again to break their fast and for him to stretch a little. Now they’d eaten, he’d left Ellen to refresh herself and walked about the yard of the Bull’s Head in Leamington Spa. He did not dare take a proper walk and venture out onto the High Street in case Ellen followed. An officer and a dark haired beauty might be remembered. So he kept to the confined space at the inn, walking a circular route a dozen times.

Anxiety raced through his blood. His senses were as heightened as they would be before a battle. But he’d no idea where the enemy was. The Duke of Pembroke could still be in Kent, or he could be a few hours behind them, riding at a gallop, eating up the ground, pursuing them as they lingered here. Paul hated stopping and yet they had to eat, and… Well, they could not simply stay constantly in the carriage.

Bored with walking in a circle he stopped at the stable and moved to a stall where a horse whickered from within; one of those they’d just relinquished from their traces, to be returned to the Black Horse at Bicester, the inn they’d stopped at before nightfall.

“You have a connection with horses, and you ride well. I remember from the summer. Why did you not join a mounted regiment? I would have thought you’d be in the cavalry instead of a regiment of foot soldiers.” Ellen stood beside him.

Her fingers touched his arm as his reached out and patted the mare’s neck then stroked its cheek.

“Because I could not have borne to watch a horse that I’d brought to battle, die. I made my choice to fight. My horse would not have had the same luxury.” He patted the animal once more, denying the images of battles crowding into his head. He did not want to remember. He turned to her and immediately all the memories of war and brutality faded.

She did not answer; perhaps he’d said something too morbid.

Her pale blue eyes held questions. Maybe she had seen the memories in his eyes. He did not wish her to see – with her he wanted to forget those memories. Yet he was taking her to a battleground, albeit not to fight.

Perhaps it was wrong of him.

But he could not regret it. In their hours in the carriage, the attachment she’d planted in his heart in the summer had emerged like a shoot from a seed, germinating and growing to full flower. Ellen Pembroke was the woman his soul chose; he could not leave her behind. Love clutched about his heart, a vine wrapping around it. “I love you.” The words slipped from his mouth without thought.

She was young, she knew nothing about brutality. He did not wish her to, but she would learn.

He was young too, but the experiences of war, and now having her to protect, made him feel much older than he was.

She smiled. “And I you, Paul.”

“Come, we had better go. There is no knowing how much ground your father has gained on us, if he is following.” He gripped her elbow, gently, and turned them both.

When they were back in the carriage he kissed her, desire and need roaring in his blood. He could not wait until they were out of this damned carriage and in a bed. But he did not press her for anything more. She was innocent, and they were unwed, he could wait until the moment came. For now he just revelled in her kisses and her tender, beautiful responses as shallow sighs slipped across her lips and her tongue tentatively entwined with his, while the weight of her arms rested on his shoulders.

This girl was a treasure. He was going to protect her and love her all his life. He would not allow the brutality of war to touch her…

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For

the story of the real courtesan who inspired The Illicit Love of a Courtesan,
another free short story, about characters from book #2, A Lord’s Scandalous Love,
the prequel excerpts for book #3 The Scandalous Love of a Duke