her very first lesson. Love was the excuse for everything they did. He brought her sweetmeats and ribands for her hair; they laughed and joked and giggled with the rest.
It was the Duchess who told Catherine that she was engaging another woman in place of Isabel.
“She is from the village, and her name is Dorothy Barwicke. She will take Isabel’s place among the ladies. She is a serious young lady, as Isabel was, and I feel I can trust her to keep you young people in some sort of order. I’ll whisper something else to you, Catherine . . . We really are going to Lambeth ere the month is out! I declare I grow weary of the country, and now that my granddaughter is in truth the Queen . . .”
She never tired of talking of Anne, but Catherine who had loved to hear such talk was hardly interested now.
“Imagine poor old Katharine’s face when he took Anne to France! If ever a king proclaimed his queen, he did then! And I hear she was a great success. How I should have loved to see her dancing with the French King! Marchioness of Pembroke, if you please! I’ll warrant Thomas—I beg his pardon, the Earl of Wiltshire—is counting what this means in gold. Oh, Thomas, Earl of Wiltshire, who would not have beautiful daughters!”
“Grandmother, will you really go to Lambeth?”
“Don’t look so startled, child. Assuredly I shall go. Someone must assist at the dear Queen’s coronation. I feel sure I shall be invited, in view of my rank and my relationship to Her Majesty the Queen.”
“And . . . will you take the whole household?” asked Catherine, her voice trembling. But the Duchess was too absorbed by her thoughts and plans for the coronation to notice that.
“What foolish questions you ask, child! What matter . . .”
“You would take your musicians, would you not, Grandmother? You would take me?”
“Ah! So that is what you are thinking, is it? You fear to be left out of the excitement. Never fear, Catherine Howard, I doubt not the Queen your cousin will find a place at court for you when you are ready.”
There was no satisfaction to be gained from the Duchess; in any case she changed her plans every day.
“Isabel! Isabel!” said Catherine. “Do you think the whole household will remove to Lambeth?”
“Ah!” cried Isabel, who in view of her coming marriage was not interested in the Duchess’s household. “You are thinking of your lover!” She turned to Dorothy Barwicke, a dark woman with quick, curious eyes and a thin mouth. “You would think Catherine Howard but a child, would you not? But that is not so; she has a lover; he visits her in our bedroom of nights. He is a very bold young man, and they enjoy life; do you not, Catherine?”
Catherine flushed and, looking straight at Dorothy Barwicke, said: “I love Henry and he loves me.”
“Of course you do!” said Isabel. “And a very loving little girl she is, are you not, Catherine? She is very virtuous, and would not allow Manox in her bed an she did not love him!”
“And, loving him,” said Dorothy Barwicke, “I’ll warrant she finds it difficult to refuse his admittance.”
The two young women exchanged glances, and laughed.
“You will look after Catherine when I leave, will you not?” said Isabel.
“I do not need looking after.”
“Indeed you do not!” said Dorothy. “Any young lady not yet in her teens, who entertains gentlemen in her bed at night, is quite able to look after herself, I’d swear!”
“Not gentlemen,” said Isabel ambiguously. “It is only Manox.”
Catherine felt they were mocking her, but she always felt too unsure of all the ladies to accuse them of so doing.
“I shall expect you to look after Catherine when I have gone,” said Isabel.
“You may safely leave that to me.”
Catherine lived in agony of fear while the Duchess set the household bustling with preparations for her journey to Lambeth. She talked perpetually of “my granddaughter, the Queen,” and having already heard that she was to attend the coronation—fixed for May—was anxious to get to Lambeth in good time, for there would be her state robes to be put in order, and many other things to be seen to; and she hoped to have a few informal meetings with the Queen before the great event.
Catherine was wont to lie in bed on those nights when there were no visitors to the dormitory and ask herself what she would do were the