What had she to look forward to in England?
Why should she remain in a foreign country, among strangers, whose language she could not speak, whose customs she could not understand?
Surely it would be best to return to Amorbach, and there, among her own people, bring up her daughters in economical obscurity.

But she was an inveterate optimist; she had spent her life in struggles, and would not be daunted now; and besides, she adored her baby.

"C'est mon bonheur, mes delices, mon existence," she declared; the darling should be brought up as an English princess, whatever lot awaited her.

Prince Leopold came forward nobly with an offer of an additional L3000 a year; and the Duchess remained at Kensington.
The child herself was extremely fat, and bore a remarkable resemblance to her grandfather.

"C'est l'image du feu Roi!" exclaimed the Duchess.
"C'est le Roi Georges en jupons," echoed the surrounding ladies, as the little creature waddled with difficulty from one to the other.
Before long, the world began to be slightly interested in the nursery at Kensington.