with one single exception.

The experiment had never been made of letting Bertie enjoy himself.

But why should it have been?
"Life is composed of duties." What possible place could there be for enjoyment in the existence of a Prince of Wales?
The same year which deprived Albert of the Princess Royal brought him another and a still more serious loss.

The Baron had paid his last visit to England.

For twenty years, as he himself said in a letter to the King of the Belgians, he had performed "the laborious and exhausting office of a paternal friend and trusted adviser" to the Prince and the Queen.
He was seventy; he was tired, physically and mentally; it was time to go.