In the August of Windsor, the oppressive heat of summer gradually recedes, yet the air remains somewhat humid.
According to past practices, Victoria, who had just finished breakfast, was supposed to take a rest, and then proceed to the study to work.
But an urgent message from Canada disrupted her plans for the day.
She sat solemnly at her desk, listening intently to Viscount Melbourne's report, the petite quill pen in her hand twirling lightly, as if ready to jot something down at any moment.
