The Nth Princess of Wales, lovely, delicately bred and well-born, had married for love and, despite the disapproval of her family, of all England and the Court of France, had been happy for many years with her love, the fat and brutal Duke of Buckingham. It is true that she had, some time after the birth of her eighth and last child, developed a tendency to impure thoughts. But what woman has not? What woman has not, in her secret heart, given herself to fantasies of the most unpure nature?