The state rooms of the palace were thrown open, and were filled by a gorgeous company of courtiers desirous to kiss the hands of the King and Queen.

The Whigs assembled there, flushed with victory and prosperity.
There were among them some who might be pardoned if a vindictive feeling mingled with their joy.

The most deeply injured of all who had survived the evil times was absent.

Lady Russell, while her friends were crowding the galleries of Whitehall, remained in her retreat, thinking of one who, if he had been still living, would have held no undistinguished place in the ceremonies of that great day.

But her daughter, who had a few months before become the wife of Lord Cavendish, was presented to the royal pair by his mother the Countess of Devonshire.