Whilst
he was seated in the royal group, a German page entered, and pronounced
in a tone meant for his particular ear, but loud enough to be heard by
every one present, "Please your royal highness, _she_ is come."
There was a moment's awful pause. "Who is come?" said his royal
highness, in a tone between surprise, embarrassment, and anger. "Sir,
_she_ is come," repeated the page, with his bad English and German
phlegm. "Eh! what, what! who is come?" exclaimed the king. "_She_,
your majesty," reiterated the unmoved German. "She is come!" cried the
queen, bursting with wrath, and supposing that the visiter was one of
the house of Luttrell, who already sought an undue influence over the
prince. All was for a moment inexplicable confusion. The queen summoned
another page, and asked him with fury in her looks, "_Who_ is
_she_ that dares inquire for the Prince of Wales?" "Please your
majesty," said the second oracle, "it is _Shea_, his royal
highness's tailor."--_Dr. Lardner's Cabinet Library_, vol. ii.
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THE PRINCE OF WALES AND MRS. FITZHERBERT.
He had now formed an attachment of no common kind to a lady, whose name
at this period came frequently before the public associated with his.
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