I must say that I was much more the master of the house than is generally the case in private life.

Besides, there was something generous and royal in her mind which alone would have prevented her doing anything vulgar or ill-bred.

What rendered her sometimes a little violent was a slight disposition to jealousy.

Poor Lady Maryborough,[21] at all times some twelve or fifteen years older than myself, but whom I had much known in 1814, was once much the cause of a fit of that description.

I told her it was quite childish, but she said, "it is not, because she is a very coquettish, dissipated woman." The most difficult task I had was to change her manners; she had something brusque and too rash in her movements, which made the Regent quite unhappy, and which sometimes was occasioned by a struggle between shyness and the necessity of exerting herself.