queen victoria-第59章
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Nevertheless the due distinctions of rank were immaculately preserved。 The Queen's mere presence was enough to ensure that； but； in addition； the dominion of court etiquette was paramount。 For that elaborate code； which had kept Lord Melbourne stiff upon the sofa and ranged the other guests in silence about the round table according to the order of precedence； was as punctiliously enforced as ever。 Every evening after dinner； the hearth…rug； sacred to royalty； loomed before the profane in inaccessible glory； or； on one or two terrific occasions； actually lured them magnetically forward to the very edge of the abyss。 The Queen； at the fitting moment； moved towards her guests； one after the other they were led up to her； and； while dialogue followed dialogue in constraint and embarrassment； the rest of the assembly stood still； without a word。 Only in one particular was the severity of the etiquette allowed to lapse。 Throughout the greater part of the reign the rule that ministers must stand during their audiences with the Queen had been absolute。 When Lord Derby； the Prime Minister； had an audience of Her Majesty after a serious illness； he mentioned it afterwards； as a proof of the royal favour； that the Queen had remarked 〃How sorry she was she could not ask him to be seated。〃 Subsequently； Disraeli； after an attack of gout and in a moment of extreme expansion on the part of Victoria； had been offered a chair； but he had thought it wise humbly to decline the privilege。 In her later years； however； the Queen invariably asked Mr。 Gladstone and Lord Salisbury to sit down。
Sometimes the solemnity of the evening was diversified by a concert； an opera； or even a play。 One of the most marked indications of Victoria's enfranchisement from the thraldom of widowhood had been her resumptionafter an interval of thirty yearsof the custom of commanding dramatic companies from London to perform before the Court at Windsor。 On such occasions her spirits rose high。 She loved acting； she loved a good plot； above all； she loved a farce。 Engrossed by everything that passed upon the stage she would follow； with childlike innocence； the unwinding of the story； or she would assume an air of knowing superiority and exclaim in triumph； 〃There！ You didn't expect that； did you？〃 when the denouement came。 Her sense of humour was of a vigorous though primitive kind。 She had been one of the very few persons who had always been able to appreciate the Prince Consort's jokes； and； when those were cracked no more； she could still roar with laughter； in the privacy of her household； over some small piece of funsome oddity of an ambassador； or some ignorant Minister's faux pas。 When the jest grew subtle she was less pleased； but； if it approached the confines of the indecorous； the danger was serious。 To take a liberty called down at once Her Majesty's most crushing disapprobation； and to say something improper was to take the greatest liberty of all。 Then the royal lips sank down at the corners； the royal eyes stared in astonished protrusion； and in fact； the royal countenance became inauspicious in the highest degree。 The transgressor shuddered into silence； while the awful 〃We are not amused〃 annihilated the dinner table。 Afterwards； in her private entourage； the Queen would observe that the person in question was； she very much feared； 〃not discreet〃； it was a verdict from which there was no appeal。
In general； her aesthetic tastes had remained unchanged since the days of Mendelssohn； Landseer； and Lablache。 She still delighted in the roulades of Italian opera； she still demanded a high standard in the execution of a pianoforte duet。 Her views on painting were decided； Sir Edwin； she declared； was perfect； she was much impressed by Lord Leighton's manners； and she profoundly distrusted Mr。 Watts。 From time to time she ordered engraved portraits to be taken of members of the royal family； on these occasions she would have the first proofs submitted to her； and； having inspected them with minute particularity； she would point out their mistakes to the artists； indicating at the same time how they might be corrected。 The artists invariably discovered that Her Majesty's suggestions were of the highest value。 In literature her interests were more restricted。 She was devoted to Lord Tennyson； and； as the Prince Consort had admired George Eliot； she perused 〃Middlemarch：〃 she was disappointed。 There is reason to believe； however； that the romances of another female writer； whose popularity among the humbler classes of Her Majesty's subjects was at one time enormous； secured； no less； the approval of Her Majesty。 Otherwise she did not read very much。
Once； however； the Queen's attention was drawn to a publication which it was impossible for her to ignore。 〃The Greville Memoirs；〃 filled with a mass of historical information of extraordinary importance； but filled also with descriptions； which were by no means flattering； of George IV； William IV； and other royal persons； was brought out by Mr。 Reeve。 Victoria read the book； and was appalled。 It was； she declared； a 〃dreadful and really scandalous book；〃 and she could not say 〃how HORRIFIED and INDIGNANT〃 she was at Greville's 〃indiscretion； indelicacy； ingratitude towards friends； betrayal of confidence and shameful disloyalty towards his Sovereign。〃 She wrote to Disraeli to tell him that in her opinion it was 〃VERY IMPORTANT that the book should be severely censured and discredited。〃 〃The tone in which he speaks of royalty；〃 she added； 〃is unlike anything one sees in history even； and is most reprehensible。〃 Her anger was directed with almost equal vehemence against Mr。 Reeve for his having published 〃such an abominable book；〃 and she charged Sir Arthur Helps to convey to him her deep displeasure。 Mr。 Reeve； however； was impenitent。 When Sir Arthur told him that； in the Queen's opinion； 〃the book degraded royalty；〃 he replied： 〃Not at all； it elevates it by the contrast it offers between the present and the defunct state of affairs。〃 But this adroit defence failed to make any impression upon Victoria； and Mr。 Reeve； when he retired from the public service； did not receive the knighthood which custom entitled him to expect。 Perhaps if the Queen had known how many caustic comments upon herself Mr。 Reeve had quietly suppressed in the published Memoirs； she would have been almost grateful to him； but； in that case； what would she have said of Greville？ Imagination boggles at the thought。 As for more modern essays upon the same topic； Her Majesty； it is to be feared； would have characterised them as 〃not discreet。〃
But as a rule the leisure hours of that active life were occupied with recreations of a less intangible quality than the study of literature or the appreciation of art。 Victoria was a woman not only of vast property but of innumerable possessions。 She had inherited an immense quantity of furniture； of ornaments； of china； of plate； of valuable objects of every kind； her purchases； throughout a long life； made a formidable addition to these stores； and there flowed in upon her； besides； from every quarter of the globe； a constant stream of gifts。 Over this enormous mass she exercised an unceasing and minute supervision； and the arrangement and the contemplation of it； in all its details； filled her with an intimate satisfaction。 The collecting instinct has its roots in the very depths of human nature； and； in the case of Victoria； it seemed to owe its force to two of her dominating impulsesthe intense sense； which had always been hers； of her own personality； and the craving which； growing with the years； had become in her old age almost an obsession； for fixity； for solidity； for the setting up of palpable barriers against the outrages of change and time。 When she considered the multitudinous objects which belonged to her； or； better still； when； choosing out some section of them as the fancy took her； she actually savoured the vivid richness of their individual qualities； she saw herself deliciously reflected from a million facets； felt herself magnified miraculously over a boundless area； and was well pleased。 That was just as it should be； but then came the dismaying thoughteverything slips away； c
