So said the secret voice within the girl herself, but she did not yet yield to it. “Perhaps she would, sir,” she answered, “if the other proposal were not made. ’Tis a Whig household though.”
“A Whig household is a safer one than a Popish one,” answered the Doctor. “Lady Russell is, by all they tell me, a very saint upon earth.”
Shall it be owned? Anne thought of Oakwood, and was not attracted towards a saint upon earth. “How soon was the answer to be given?” she asked.
“I believe she would wish you to meet her at Winchester next week, when, if you pleased her, you might return with her to Stratton.”
The Doctor hoped that Lady Oglethorpe’s application might fail, but before the week was over she forwarded the definite appointment of Mistress Anne Jacobina Woodford as one of the rockers of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, his Majesty having been graciously pleased to remember her father’s services and his own sponsorship. “If your friends consider the office somewhat beneath you,” wrote Lady Oglethorpe, “it is still open to you to decline it.”
“Oh no; I would certainly not decline it!” cried Anne. “I could not possibly do so; could I, sir?”
“Lady Oglethorpe says you might,” returned the Doctor; “and for my part, niece, I should prefer the office of a gouvernante to that of a rocker.”
“Ah, but it is to a Prince!” said Anne. “It is the way to something further.”
“And what may that something further be? That is the question,” said her uncle. “I will not control you, my child, for the application to this Court lady was by the wish of your good mother, who knew her well, but I own that I should be far more at rest on your account if you were in a place of less temptation.”
“The Court is very different from what it was in the last King’s time,” pleaded Anne.