There was, however, a great muster of all the Prince’s establishment, who stood round, as many as could, with little garments in their hands, while he was solemnly undressed and laid in his richly inlaid and carved cradle—over which Père Giverlai pronounced a Latin benediction.
The nursery establishment was then released, except one of the nurses, who was to sleep or wake on a couch by his side, and one of the rockers. These damsels had, two at a time, to divide the night between them, one being always at hand to keep the food warm, touch the rocker at need with her foot, or call up the nurse on duty if the child awoke, but not presume herself to handle his little Royal Highness.
It was the night when Mistresses Dunord and Bridgeman were due, and Anne followed Jane Humphreys to her room, asking a little about the duties of the morrow.
“We must be dressed before seven,” said the girl. “One of us will be left on duty while the others go to Mass. I am glad you are a Protestant, Miss Woodford, for the Catholics put everything on me that they can.”
“We must do our best to help and strengthen each other,” said Anne.
“It is very hard,” said Jane; “and the priests are always at me! I would change as Hester Bridgeman has done, but that I know it would break my grand-dame’s heart. My father might not care so much, if I got advancement, but I believe it would kill my grandmother.”
“Advancement! oh, but faith comes first,” exclaimed Anne, recalling the warning.
“Hester says one religion is as good as another to get to Heaven by,” murmured Jane.
“Not if we deny our own for the world’s sake,” said Anne. “Is the chapel here a Popish one?”
“No; the Queen has an Oratory, but the Popish chapel is at St. James’s—across the Park. The Protestant one is here at Whitehall, and there are daily prayers at nine o’clock, and on Sunday music with three fiddlers, and my grandmother says it might almost as well be Popish at once.”