Also, a historical example of illegitimacy in these times.
Banastre Tarleton, the inspiration for Colonel Tavington in the movie The Patriot:
Had for a long time a relationship with this lady, Mary Robinson, without being married to her:
You can read all about that here:
https://lifetakeslemons.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/ban-and-mary-a-lovers-wager/Once that relationship was over, Banastre Tarleton married Susan Priscilla Bertie, the illegitimate daugther of the Duke of Ancaster.
I quote freely from a now defunct website, which can still be found here:
https://web.archive.org/web/20060709201553/http://home.golden.net/~marg/bansite/friends/bertie.html'Susan Priscilla Bertie (Tarleton)
(1778 - 1864)
One of Ban Tarleton's many friends during the occupation of Philadelphia was Robert Bertie, a wealthy young aristocrat who was a couple of years his junior. Early in 1778, Bertie made a trip to England to attend his severely ill father, the Duke of Ancaster. He found time while he was home to become involved with a woman named Rebecca Krudener, and when he returned to America after his father's death, she was expecting his child. Robert seems to have been genuinely attached to Rebecca, so perhaps he mentioned his impending fatherhood to Banastre. If he did, neither of them could have had the least suspicion that some twenty years later Robert's love child, Susan Priscilla, would become Mrs. Banastre Tarleton.
After only a short stay in America, Robert returned to England. He died soon afterwards, possibly of a combination of heat stroke and excessive drinking. He was twenty-two. In his will he left Susan a comfortable inheritance and the legal right to his name. His mother, the dowager Duchess of Ancaster, persuaded Rebecca to allow her to adopt Susan Priscilla. I haven't been able to track down when or under what circumstances Susan entered the custody of her paternal grandmother, but in November 1782, when she was four years old, her mother married a man named William Walker in Saint James, Westminster, London. Possibly Mr. Walker did not welcome the presence of a child to remind him of his wife's past as a nobleman's mistress.
In her grandmother's care, the little girl was raised within one of England's most powerful and influential families. By the time she was twenty, Susan was variously described as well-educated, accomplished in music, eccentric, spoiled, intelligent and quite imperious. She liked to ride unruly horses, she kept numerous pets, and while she loved the mad whirl of London society, she did not approve of vices such as heavy drinking and gambling.
She was, as Holley once so aptly phrased it, "the handful Fate had bestowed on an aging stud muffin."
Susan and Banastre met in 1798 when he was attending a house party at Houghton Hall in Norfolk, the country seat of Lord Cholmondeley, who was Susan's uncle by marriage. Susan was being widely courted at the time, by a circle of admirers that included Beau Brummell (less than seriously), and (quite seriously) the Duke of Bedford. Ban was old enough to be her father -- in fact, he was two years older than her father -- and in the throws of a midlife crisis. His long relationship with Mary Robinson had recently come to an end, he was trying to kick his chronic gambling habit, and he was questioning his political alliances. He was, to put it mildly, no longer having a good time with the riotous lifestyle he'd been living for the past twenty years.
They were as unlikely a couple as could be found, but, gray-haired or not, Ban had lost none of his infinite charm. Virtually penniless, and in the face of a circle of rivals which included a wealthy and powerful duke, he courted Susan and won her hand in less than a week. In fact, the Sun newspaper gossiped, "In three days the match was settled, and the lady was content to resign all the luxuries of the fashionable life to attend her military husband abroad on his professional duties."
A few days later, Viscount Palmerston commented on both the marriage and Tarleton's foreign posting in a letter to his wife:
Our troops are going as you know to Portugal....Tarleton is to command the Cavalry, but before he goes he is to marry Miss Bertie, a daughter of the late Duke of Ancaster whom we saw I believe with Lady Willoughby. She has £12,000. The Duke of Bedford seemed to like her very much but she has taken Tarleton. I suppose his wooing was like Othello's.
Lady Palmerston sent him an unimpressed reply: "How could Miss Bertie wed Othello when she appeared the object of so fair a Duke's admiration. I, certainly much as I love seeing new countries, had rather marry the Duke of Bedford with all his faults and stay at home rather than General Tarleton with all his virtues and go to Lisbon."'