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Charlotte Betts is a multi-award-winning author of six
historical novels with a
dash of adventure and romance. A daydreamer and a bookworm,
Charlotte has enjoyed careers in fashion, interior design and property. She is
currently working on her seventh novel, set in India. Charlotte lives on the
Berkshire/Hampshire border in a seventeenth century cottage in the woods.
I didn’t enjoy
history at school, finding all those lists of dates repeated by rote
stultifyingly dull. How people used to live, however, was an entirely different
matter and I loved the weekends when my parents would pile us into the old
Wolseley and drive us to a National Trust property for a day out. I’d wander
through cavernous kitchens imagining a dog turning the spit, pretend I was a
housemaid cleaning out the fires or, better still, Lady Someone-or-other
sitting up in the four poster sipping my chocolate. Strangely, it never
occurred to me this was a history lesson, too.
I have a very
visual imagination and most of my working life has been involved with design.
When I started to write historical novels I discovered that the writing
happened more easily if I’d read everything I could about the period and, if
possible, visited the settings for the book. Once I was able to close my eyes
and picture the details while walking around my heroine’s imaginary home or
setting off with her on a journey, then the story flowed just as if it were a
film taking place in my mind.
Learning about
history is as important to me as writing the novel. The process of
self-educating is fascinating because I choose to research something that
really interests me. It was in this way that I came across Caroline of
Brunswick, the estranged wife of the Prince Regent. The more I read about her
extraordinary and tragic life, the more I knew I had to write about her.
Whilst Caroline isn’t the main character in The Dressmaker’s Secret, the factual
events of her life frame the plot for my heroine, Emilia. She becomes a member
of Caroline’s household in Italy, before travelling to England to find her lost
family and unravel the mystery of priceless stolen paintings.
In 1794 Princess
Caroline of Brunswick was twenty-six years old and longing for marriage and
children. In London, the Prince of Wales’s extravagant lifestyle had plunged
him into severe debt but Parliament promise to increase his allowance if he
would marry his cousin, Caroline.
Lord Malmesbury
was sent to Brunswick as the Prince’s envoy to arrange the marriage treaty. He
reported that blonde and blue-eyed Caroline had ‘a pretty face, tolerable teeth’ and a ‘good bust’. He was, however, perturbed by her free and easy manner.
The lively Princess was impulsive, indiscreet and careless about her toilette
and he took on the challenging task of preparing her for the cool formality of
the English court.
The Prince of
Wales appointed his mistress, Lady Jersey, as Caroline’s Lady-in-Waiting. She
met Caroline on her arrival at Greenwich but, in the first of many snubs, kept
her waiting. The Prince and Princess met for the first time three days before
their wedding. Caroline, wearing an unflattering dress that Lady Jersey
provided for her, kneeled to the Prince, who formally embraced her. He recoiled,
called for his equerry to bring him brandy and left the room. Affronted, Caroline
commented that he was fatter and not as handsome as his picture. Later, it
transpired that Lord Malmesbury’s efforts to teach the Princess to be
particular about her personal hygiene had failed.
The wedding was equally
disastrous. The Prince of Wales was agitated and by the evening had consumed so
much brandy he collapsed by the fireplace in the bridal chamber. Despite this,
nine months later Caroline gave birth to Princess Charlotte.
The unhappy
marriage was made worse by the malicious gossip spread by Lady Jersey. Regardless
of his own infidelities, the Prince was desperate to divorce his wife but the
government wouldn’t sanction it without proof of Caroline’s adultery. Three
days after Princess Charlotte’s birth the Prince drew up a will leaving all his
property to Roman Catholic commoner Maria Fitzherbert, whom he had married
illegally and without royal permission ten years before. He referred to Maria
as ‘the wife of my heart and soul’ and
to ‘the woman who is call’d the Princess of Wales’, he bequeathed one shilling.
The humiliations
continued and, deeply hurt, Caroline reacted with increasingly reckless
behaviour. In 1796 the papers carried reports that Lady Jersey had intercepted and
opened letters written by Caroline to her mother, in which she made rude
comments about the royal family and referred to the Queen as ‘Old Stuffy’. The press took Caroline’s
side against the already unpopular Prince of Wales and called for Lady Jersey’s
dismissal as Lady-in-Waiting. The couple separated but the cruelties continued.
Caroline was denied proper access to her daughter and a suitable allowance and
home.
The Princess
rented a house in middle-class Blackheath, where she held some kind of a court,
encouraging politicians and society figures to visit. She hosted eccentric and
sometimes wild parties, entertaining visitors while she sat on the ground
eating raw onions or romped on her knees on the carpet with Princess Charlotte.
She indulged in flirtations with a number of her guests and she formed intense,
but often short-lived, friendships without regard as to whether they were
appropriate.
Caroline became
the protector of seven or eight orphan children, supervising their education. Her
fondness for children and for irresponsible jokes lead to a national scandal. She
adopted a baby and teased her friend, Lady Douglas, by pretending that she had
given birth to the boy herself. Later, following a quarrel between them, Lady
Douglas spread vindictive rumours about the purportedly illegitimate baby. At
once a secret committee was set up by the King, called The Delicate
Investigation but, to the Prince of Wales’s chagrin, it was proved the child was
not Caroline’s natural child. Caroline, however, was left with a stain upon her
character.
In 1814, the
Napoleonic wars ended. The Prince Regent hosted celebrations attended by
royalty, peers of the realm and ministers of state. Caroline was incensed at
not being invited and the press considered her treatment was shameful. The
populace cheered her in the streets but, exhausted by her continuing
humiliations, Caroline, now forty-six years old, left the country.
In Milan she
hired a courier, thirty-year old Bartolomeo Pergami, who became indispensable
to her. Following a sojourn at Villa d’Este by Lake Como, they set off on
extensive travels abroad. Caroline elevated Pergami to chamberlain and
purchased land and a title for him before they travelled back to Italy,
eventually arriving in Pesaro in 1818. The events of her life from 1819 to her death
in 1821 are outlined in The Dressmaker’s
Secret.
Caroline was her
own worst enemy and impossibly unsuited to life as a Princess. Although her
common touch was popular with the people, her sometimes outrageous behaviour
made her a painful burr in the side of the Royal Family. Despite that, she was
courageous and loving. She tried to live for the moment, squeezing as much joy
as possible into a life lived under difficult and often extremely unfair
circumstances.
Last June, I
travelled to Pesaro, a small town on the Adriatic coast. I walked on the Monte
San Bartolo looking for the Villa Caprile and the Villa Vittoria where she
lived, ambled around what was left of the town walls, dipped my fingers in the
fountain in the Piazza del Poppolo and swam in the Baia Flaminia where she
liked to bathe. All the while I had the feeling that Caroline was looking over
my shoulder and smiling at the places where she had been happy.
Baia Flaminia, Pesaro, Italy |
The Dressmaker’s Secret will be
published by Piatkus on 26th May 2017 and is now available for
pre-order on Amazon.
Charlotte sounds a brave woman, if not always a wise one, while the Prince is despicable. I like your very practical research: palaces, gardens and especially swimming in that beautiful bay.
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Oh bother! Sorry, Charlotte.
ReplyDeleteI was so busy daydreaming about all that sun and sea that I got the title wrong!
Good wishes to your novel THE DRESSMAKER'S SECRET!!!
Thank you, Penny. it's a funny thing, but all my life people seem to have had a problem with calling me Charlotte and have called me Caroline! It was fun to go to a part of Italy I wouldn't normally choose for a holiday - it gives a different perspective.
ReplyDeleteI am an avid reader but I also love listening to "talking books" whilst driving. Having recently listened to The Apothecarys Daughter and The House at Quill Court I'm now engrossed in The Dressmakers Secret. I've absolutely loved all three. I'm fascinated by the life of Caroline of Brunswick, now, and would like to know more. Can you recommend any further reading? I'm not keen on dull historical tomes that contain lots of boring dates but something more akin to your writing that brings the characters to life. Thanks. Sue
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