Robbie knew this was true. He had visited two German Principalities with the Prince of Wales and found them appallingly dull. After the second one the Prince had said firmly he was not accepting another invitation there.
Robbie well knew that the French, like the Duc de Mouchy, were very ambitious for their children and the Duc would be really delighted at the idea of his beautiful daughter becoming Her Royal Highness.
Now Josofine was holding tightly onto the Prince of Wales’s hand and looking up at him pleadingly.
“Help us, please help us,” she repeated.
The Prince smiled.
“I suppose, Robbie, you have a Chapel here.”
“Actually it’s the Church in the Park, a very old one and badly in need of repair. I pay the Parson a stipend and he’s a charming old man who was very fond of both
