Ещё несколько любопытных цитат и исторических анекдотов из книги Тернера об истории ухаживания.
The Lady's Magazine, in 1818, printed a number of maxims, one of which might well have been framed and hung in every young woman's bedroom:
'Such is the depravity of human nature that in certain situations even the purest of men are scarcely to be trusted.'
В следующем отрывке рассказывается о романе английского короля Георгия IV, правда, эти события произошли в конце 18-го века, когда он не был ещё ни королём, ни регентом.
The most hysterical wooing, too well known to need more than brief mention, was the Prince Regent's pursuit of that entrancing but disappointingly virtuous widow, Mrs. Fitzherbert. The threat of self-destruction was Florizel's trump card, or so he hoped. First, for her sake, he induled in all manner of crude histrionics - beating his brow, popping his eyes, tearing his hair and writhing on the floor. He threatened to carry her off by force to America. Then when she remained unimpressed, he drank three pints of brandy, which would have killed a person less habituated to strong liquor. Still the lady was unmoved. As she was about to leave for the continent, he sent a message to her saying that he had stabbed himself. Dubiously, Mrs. Fitzherbert said she would attend his bedside only if accompanied by a lady of impregnable character; the Duchess of Devonshire accepted the part. The prince had an injury of some kind, with blood oozing from one side of his body. It has been suggested that the surgeon 'faked' the injury; it has also been suggested that the prince cautiously mutilated himself after first studying the principles of phlebotomy. Mrs. Fitzherbert nearly fainted at the sight of blood, and possibly at the reek of brandy. Then, weakly, she consented to a betrothal and with the aid of a borrowed ring the two plighted their troth. Almost immediately afterwards, no doubt suspecting that she had been duped, she left the country.
The prince later married Mrs. Fitzherbert secretly and in due course they were estranged. To pay off his debts he agreed to marry Caroline of Brunswick, and in the best loyal tradition, he undertook to accept her unseen. Lord Malmesbury, who began life with the name of Harris, went to look over the lady, and saw fit to gloss over her many grossnesses. Not ever her best friends had told her of her principal shortcoming, though Malmesbury dropped hints about soap to her women.
When he met Caroline the prince said hardly a word, turned and withdrew to a far part of the apartment, saying, 'Harris, I am not well. Pray get me a glass of brandy.' Caroline inquired, 'My God, is the prince always like that?'
(под "her principal shortcoming" автор имеет в виду, что Caroline of Brunswick почти никогда не мылась, и от неё невыносимо воняло)
А вот зато как нашла мужа королева Виктория, поколением позже.
One day in 1839 the queen sent for Prince Albert and sat with him hand in hand on a sofa in a small blue sitting-room. There, exercising her queenly prerogative, she proposed to him. As Prince Albert told his grandmother: '[she] declared to me in a genuine outburst of love and affection that I had gained her whole heart and would make her intensely happy if I would make her the sacrifice of sharing her life with her...' The queen's 'joyous openness of manner' enchanted the sober prince, who felt convinced that heaven had not delivered him into evil hands. Soon afterwards he sent her 'a complete account of my ancestors and their connection with the Reformation and the Protestant movement.'