Mistress of The Robes To Queen Victoria, 1837-1901
- 1837-1841: Harriet Sutherland-Leveson-Gower, Duchess of Sutherland
- 1841-1846: Charlotte Montagu Douglas Scott, Duchess of Buccleuch and Queensberry
- 1846-1852: Harriet Sutherland-Leveson-Gower, Duchess of Sutherland
- 1852-1853: Anne Murray, Duchess of Atholl
- 1853-1858: Harriet Sutherland-Leveson-Gower, Duchess of Sutherland
- 1858-1859: Louisa Montagu, Duchess of Manchester
- 1859-1861: Harriet Sutherland-Leveson-Gower, Duchess of Sutherland
- 1861-1868: Elizabeth Wellesley, Duchess of Wellington
- 1868-1870: Elizabeth Campbell, Duchess of Argyll
- 1870-1874: Anne Sutherland-Leveson-Gower, Duchess of Sutherland
- 1874-1880: Elizabeth Wellesley, Duchess of Wellington
- 1880-1883: Elizabeth Russell, Duchess of Bedford
- 1883-1885: Anne Innes-Ker, Duchess of Roxburghe
- 1885-1886: Louisa Montagu Douglas Scott, Duchess of Buccleuch and Queensberry
- 1886: Vacant
- Acting Mistress of the Robes: Elizabeth Russell, Duchess of Bedford
- 1886-1892: Louisa Montagu Douglas Scott, Duchess of Buccleuch and Queensberry
- 1892-1895: Vacant
- Acting Mistress of the Robes: Anne Innes-Ker, Duchess of Roxburghe, and Anne Murray, Dowager Duchess of Atholl (jointly)
- 1895-1901: Louisa Montagu Douglas Scott, Duchess of Buccleuch and Queensberry
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