Chapter FourThe Marchioness of Conyngham was fat, religious, kindly, rich and rapacious.
At fifty-two, with four grown-up children, she could hardly believe that her new beau should be the King of England.
After twenty-seven years of marriage her beauty was beginning to fade and, although she had been greatly admired, nobody had ever said that she was particularly amusing or outstandingly intelligent.
However, she was shrewder than most people gave her credit for and the King adored her.
For some time now he had been seeing less and less of Lady Hertford, who was tearful and angry at losing the Monarch’s attention and was exceedingly spiteful to all her friends about the Marchioness.
The one thing that Elizabeth Conyngham really enjoyed was jewellery. She was excessively fond of cloth
