Saturday, October 3
shortly after 2 p.m.
Claremont House, Surrey
The weather had taken a turn for the worse. It was a good day to stay indoors, enjoying tea and conversation. In addition to her daughter, her son-in-law, William Austin and her sister-in-law Sophia whom she had so unexpectedly met at Prince William’s wedding, there were many guests — Lady Charlotte Lindsay, who had been a member of Caroline’s entourage on part of her journeys, and one of Charlotte Augusta’s dearest friends, Margaret Mercer Elphinstone. There were also two MPs — Samuel Whitbread[1] with his wife and sons, and Henry Brougham, to whose house Charlotte Augusta had once fled when her father had tried to make her marry that Dutch prince.
“Cream or honey?” said a servant as she poured Caroline some tea.
Caroline almost said “sugar” before she realized the girl hadn’t said anything about sugar. Well, if there wasn’t any, it probably wasn’t the servant’s fault.
“Both, please.” Only after the servant had supplied everyone and left the room did Caroline turn to her daughter and say, “So there’s no sugar at Claremont House?”
Charlotte Augusta opened her mouth to speak, but Leopold gently motioned for her to be quiet and let him answer.
“We believe that the persistence of chattel slavery is one of the great evils of the present day,” said her son-in-law. “In fact, we wish to sever — as much as we possibly can — all ties of commerce between our household and those industries which practice the greatest exploitation of slave labour.”
“Hear, hear!” said Brougham. Whitbread also nodded approvingly.
“Thank you. Unfortunately, it’s very hard to find sugar grown by free labourers — I have tried. So we substitute honey.”
“For all that he says ‘we believe’,” Caroline said to her daughter, “I suspect this was much more your idea than The Leo’s.”
“It was,” said Charlotte Augusta.[2]
“Oh, she’s become quite fanatical,” said Charlotte Lindsay.
“Well, I don’t like slavery any more than you do, and honey in my tea is a nice change of pace — in fact” (Caroline took a sip) “I think I like it better than sugar — but I find politics in my food and drink to be rather less sweet. Next you’ll be worrying about who grew the cotton in your linens.”
“I have already given that some thought.”
“Oh… well, it certainly does you credit, but I don’t think I could live like that. Worrying about my every pleasure and purchase, and whether it was contributing in some distant way to suffering and injustice elsewhere in the world… I should think it would take a deal of joy out of life.”
“I assure you, there’s plenty of joy left over,” said Leopold, turning to gaze into his wife’s eyes.
“And in any event,” said Whitbread, “since the Tories passed the Corn Law, there’s no escaping politics in our food — or drink, if one is a brewer like myself. That is, if one is fortunate enough to be able to purchase food and drink at all.”
“I wonder if they even know,” said Brougham. “Parliament, I mean. I wonder if they realize how large our cities have grown, or how many people in them are without work and short of bread.”
“Given the state of the boroughs, why would they?” said Caroline. “The seats in Parliament should be apportioned to represent men, not sheep or grouse.” (For preference, she would not have spent more time than absolutely necessary talking politics. But if it was true what everyone was saying, that her husband was more determined than ever to divorce her, she would need all the political allies she could get. Best to lay the groundwork for that now by making it clear whose side she was on.)
“Let us take a respite from politics for the moment,” said Charlotte Augusta. “Some of us have very important news. Margaret, Henry… will you tell her, or shall I?”
“Henry and I are going to be married next May!” blurted out Margaret.[3]
“Again I see your hand in this, darling,” said Caroline as soon as the congratulations were done.
Charlotte Augusta smiled. “Two of my best friends meeting and falling in love? What could I possibly have had to do with that?”
[1] In addition to being a political radical, Samuel Whitbread was a big fan of Napoleon — to the point where, IOTL, he slit his own throat a few weeks after Waterloo. ITTL, he seriously contemplated suicide after Napoleon’s death at Nancy, but since the French government didn’t collapse right away, he ultimately decided to stick around and see what happened next.
[2] From what I know of Charlotte’s politics, her personal history and her circle of friends, I can easily imagine her becoming an abolitionist. And I think she would have been a pretty radical one — she didn’t seem to have a lukewarm setting.
[3] If you’re curious — OTL, MME married an officer of Napoleon’s who fled to Britain after the Bourbon Restoration, and Brougham didn’t marry until 1821.