The Young Victoria Page #3

No. Er, he actually told me

never to mention it.

Well, how little he knows me.

Hmm.

May I write to you?

You'll miss the princes

when they're gone, ma'am.

Don't be impertinent.

- Those boys pester you.

- Oh, please, Lehzen.

You don't think I've come this far

to walk into another jail, do you?

- You must marry one day.

- Well, I don't see why.

And if I do, I shall please myself,

not Mama or Uncle Leopold or the King

or anyone else. Trust me.

- Must l?

- Yes, you must.

Be on your guard.

We are going to Windsor

for my uncle's birthday party.

- In the castle of the enemy.

- Your enemy, Sir John, not mine.

- Agree to nothing.

- What should I say about the rooms?

You needed the space.

Appeal to the Queen. It's ridiculous.

I wish you were coming with us.

You're very intent, Baroness.

Are you making a study of me?

Someone should.

- Present Prime Minister?

- Melbourne.

Lord Melbourne.

The Liberal leader who'll probably be

in power when the Princess succeeds.

- He may be troublesome.

- Why?

He puts the interests of England

above those of Europe.

- Which is bad?

- Which is not useful to us.

He wouldn't spill one drop of

English blood to save a foreign throne.

The Viscount Melbourne.

Why would he save a foreign throne

if it wasn't in England's interest?

That is just the kind of thinking

your Uncle Leopold is afraid of.

Which is why he's content to find his

niece is the future Queen of England.

The Duke of Wellington.

In the public mind, the leader of the

Conservative opposition is a pet hero,

Napoleon's conqueror,

the grand old Duke of Wellington.

- But not in fact.

- No.

- You look in very good health, sir.

- Thank you, sir.

- I wish I was. Enjoy the meal.

- Thank you.

The next T ory Prime Minister

will be Sir Robert Peel.

..and Lady Peel.

Which side does Victoria favour?

She's a Liberal. Above all,

she favours Lord Melbourne.

And he'll take full advantage of it.

Her Royal Highness,

Princess Victoria of Kent.

Her Royal Highness,

the Duchess of Kent.

The Lady Flora Hastings.

- Hello, Uncle.

- Look at that demure little head.

And all of us

wondering what's inside it.

We'll find out soon enough.

Lord Melbourne will make her fall

in love with him. It's his method.

- Don't underestimate Victoria.

- Don't underestimate Melbourne.

My dearest niece.

- Won't you greet your cousin George?

- Good evening, George.

How can my niece and nephew have

grown up so when I wasn't looking?

Whereas you are quite unchanged

and as handsome as ever.

If I put my head very close to yours

and speak softly,

- they'll think we're hatching a plot.

- Yes.

If I look a little surprised

- well, then they'll know it.

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