Shyness is never so much in evidence as when a number of ladies and children file along in front of Royalty, each presenting a purse.
Very often the undertaking is rendered difficult by an awkward arrangement which places the Royal personages so near the front of the platform that there is only a narrow passage left for the ladies and children to make their reverence, and there is, but too frequently, a disagreeable little flight of steps to be carefully avoided in the midst of all one’s flurry. All these circumstances combine to rob presenters of purses of their ordinary share of self-possession.
There are few things more contagious than flurry. It becomes quite catching in circumstances like these. Children become dreadfully nervous and approach royalty with shaking limbs and chattering teeth.
The well-bred woman may feel a little discomposed, but nothing in her manner will be permitted to betray it. Self-command, even in trifles of this kind, is one of the first essentials of good breeding. Any one who feels that she cannot trust her self-control would do well to keep out of any undertaking of the kind. She is pretty sure to make herself ridiculous, and, worse still, she makes those about her very nervous.
I remember, at the wedding of a lady of distinguished parentage, seeing a group of children whom I sincerely pitied. They were in the charge of a lady who was so pitiably nervous that she looked literally affrighted.
The children, who were to scatter flowers or something of that sort, caught her stage-fright from her, and it was no wonder that they did. Her eyes were almost starting from her head, and she shook like a leaf, while the expression of extreme alarm on her face was in itself enough to upset the children. I shall never forget them.
They knocked up against her, against each other, against the sides and doors of the pew, and behaved more like badly managed marionettes than real children. They almost rattled, in the convulsive movements of their nervousness, and formed a spectacle that excited the compassion of the congregation and yet was so ludicrous that no one who saw them could help smiling.
Our Royalties are always extremely kind and considerate and show much tact in putting people at their ease on all such occasions as are apt to prove trying. They make everything as pleasant as possible. I have seen a great number of presentations of purses and have always admired the courtesy which kept Royal faces grave when a ripple of laughter ran through the assembly at some one’s awkwardness or evident terror.
Of course, there have been times when a Royal lady has laughed outright at some display of shyness on the part of a child; as on one occasion when a small boy in kilts, having been with the greatest difficulty induced to approach Queen Alexandra (then Princess of Wales), threw the purse at her, turned his back on her, and dashed back to his friends, in whose garments he tried hard to bury himself.
On another occasion, when Princess Louise, Duchess of Argyll (then Marchioness of Lorne), was receiving purses, a baby girl, looking very much frightened, scurried past her Royal Highness, forgetting to give the purse, and when some one stopped her to get it from her, she set up a loud howl of anguish. Princess Louise laughed merrily with every one else.
It was on the same day that this charming Princess won the hearts of all assembled by kissing one or two of the prettiest of the children who presented purses. She did it very prettily. — From “Etiquette for Every Day” by Eliza Lanvin, 1900
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