The Duchess of Windsor: A Memoir
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A consummate writer and intimate of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Diana Mosley was a frequent guest at their parties in Paris or at 'the Moulin' in Orsay, where they were neighbours. Written in her inimitable style - archly intelligent, witty and perceptive - Diana Mosley paints a remarkable portrait of her friend that is both extremely life-like and realistic with regards to her flaws. What was it that utterly captivated the heir to the throne and made him renounce it so that he might never be parted from her? It is this question which Diana Mosley seeks to answer and which she is perhaps better qualified to answer than anyone else, given her love of her husband Sir Oswald Mosley, Leader of the British Fascists.
Frederick the Great in some ways had an easier time of it as a child than Prince Edward, because his mother and sister were his allies and except when the King was actually present they could all laugh together. It is doubtful whether Prince Edward’s next brother and his sister, Prince Bertie and Princess Mary, would have found much humour in their situation, and it is quite certain that Queen Mary would not for one instant have countenanced jokes about her husband. Notes 2 One of his
sat with Mrs Dudley Ward. In his history of English fox-hunting Raymond Carr says the Prince was ‘a bold horseman.’ He has himself described the fun he had hunting with the Beaufort and then with the great Leicestershire packs. He stayed at Craven Lodge, Melton Mowbray, a club founded by Captain Mike Wardell, where his horses were stabled. A neighbour at Melton, Monica Sheriffe, remembers the Prince: ‘He was always very friendly and fun out hunting. Madly brave and loved by all the farmers. He
In the Second War he would have preferred a negotiated peace to the destruction of Europe and the loss of the Empire, but this he must have known was out of the question since the fall of France. Another clumsy effort to induce the Duke to stay was made when he was told that the British Secret Service planned to get him to the Bahamas and then murder him. Walter Monckton flew to Lisbon and had a long talk with the Duke. An extra detective was provided, and after a tiresome wait for a ship to
flowery toques and pastel overcoats. She could hardly have been more unlike an English country lady. She did not care for games with the exception of poker and bridge, let alone for sport, fishing, shooting or hunting. She liked flowers but not gardening. Agriculture passed her by.30” Her only exercise was dancing, or a short stroll with the pugs. She paid great attention to her appearance with constant hairdressing, massage and other beauty aids. She was not much of a reader, except of
on the Duchess’ arm. Thinking she was a Spaniard he told her, in Spanish, how much he loved Spain. But she said she was Portuguese. ‘Marvellous country,’ said the Duke, unperturbed. ‘I must say he was a model of pluck, dignity and courtesy,’ says a witness of the scene. Early in 1972 the Duke’s old friend Lord Sefton was ill and the Duchess wrote a note of sympathy to ‘Dearest Foxie’, Lady Sefton. ‘We are not well. I have a flood of nerves and the Duke is having X-ray for his throat,’ she said.