At dinner Victoria sat between Leopold and Ernst, Albert next to the Duchess, and Melbourne with Emma Portman. “How strange it is to see you and Prince Albert both wearing the Windsor uniform,” said Emma.
“Are you trying to say that you think it looks better on the Prince?” said Melbourne laughing. “Don’t worry, Emma, I know my limitations. The Princes look like demigods and I am a mere mortal.”
“I meant no such thing, William, and false modesty does not become you at all. No one looks more splendid than you do in the uniform. I believe Prince Albert agrees with me; he keeps looking at you.”
“Not with admiration, I think.”
“No. I think his look has something of the green-eyed monster.”
“I think, Emma, that as a lover of intrigue you are trying to create a drama where there is none.”
“Perhaps, but there he is looking at you again.” Melbourne looked over to the other end of the table and saw that Albert’s eyes were indeed upon him.