Gone With the Windsors. Laurie Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ Parade. Drums, bugles, shouting, all bad enough in themselves, but Doopie and Flora came back from watching and proceeded to reenact it in the corridor outside my room. Doopie always did get overexcited by military bands.

      Violet is walking around with a furrowed brow, because the Rutlands are dining tonight, all the way from their castle in the country, also the terrifically von Bismarcks, but someone has chucked, leaving her with thirteen, and I’m far too tired to make up the numbers. I don’t have the strength to lift a soup spoon.

      Caught my heel in the hem of my charcoal silk getting out of the car this morning, and there is apparently no girl among the overfed rabble of servants in this house who knows how to mend. Not one.

      Light rain.

      6th June 1932

      I am completely recovered. Dr. Collis Browne’s soothing nerve linctus certainly lives up to its promises.

      Now I’ve tried it I shall never be without it. And while I slept, Doopie has quite expertly repaired my ripped hem. I shall buy her a box of candy.

      Wally on the phone first thing. She sent a message of welcome to Benny Thaw and he replied immediately with an invitation for drinks. She seemed particularly excited about his being married to Connie Morgan.

      I said, “Do you know her?”

      “No,” she said, “but I soon will. This should get the American scene here fizzing. Those Morgan girls all have money and style.”

      Lunched with Pips, who says she doesn’t know anything about Connie Morgan, but what her sisters have is money and reputations. Gloria Morgan was married to Reggie Vanderbilt until he drank himself to death, and Thelma Morgan was Mrs. Bell Telephone but is now Lady Furness.

      She said, “And we all know about her!” Then Ida turned up, raving about a miraculous new oxygenated face cream, and we somehow never got back to the subject of Thelma Furness and what it is we’re all supposed to know.

      Took a tray of fruit fondants for Doopie.

      Violet was out at her Distressed Pit. Flora knows the days of the week by her mother’s committees.

      “Bunday, Pit Ponies, Doosday, Blood, Wesday, Falling Women and Not Forgottens.”

      She was stuck for a minute with Thursday but Doopie helped her out. Something called “Lebbers.”

      They seem to be great friends and have a most amusing sign-language they use from time to time. How simple their lives are! I have to dine with Lord and Lady Anglesey and Violet’s gruesome in-laws, while they can play with their dolls and have sugar sandwiches for tea. There is something enviable about the life of an imbecile.

      Of course, Flora will never learn to speak clearly listening to Doopie’s version of things. I may take her in hand.

      Violet finally came home at six.

      I said, “Don’t you think Flora’s rather backward with her speaking? She just copies Doopie, you know?”

      “Oh,” she said, “they’ll sort that out when she goes to school. They did Rory.”

      I said, “Well I feel sorry for her. She never goes anywhere.”

      Violet said, “What nonsense. Doopie takes her across to St. James’s Park. They walk to Duck Island almost every day. And she was invited to the Yorks for tea yesterday but would she get dressed?”

      I said, “That’s because no one has taught her properly. She sees you running out to committee meetings, hair uncombed, egg yolk on your blouse. It’s no wonder she thinks she can go to tea parties in bloomers and a liberty bodice.”

      “Maybell,” she said, “Will you please go and bathe. Salty and Elspeth are coming at seven.”

      I said, “First tell me if you ever heard of Thelma Furness and if so, what’s her scandalous story?”

      She made a great business of closing the door to the drawing room, then said,

      “Lady Furness is a friend of the Prince of Wales, but not the kind we mention in front of the children. Why do you ask?”

      I said, “No reason. Wally knows the husband of one of her sisters. She probably thinks this is going to be her entrée to royal circles. She’s as ambitious as ever. She keeps quizzing me about our connections with the throne.”

      “Well,” she said, “first of all, you have no connections. Secondly, those who do have them never speak of them. And thirdly, I would say it’s a very steep climb from acquaintance with the husband of a certain person’s sister to meeting Royalties, too steep even for Minnehaha.”

      Violet has always taken herself far too seriously.

      She said, “I hope it goes without saying, Lady F. is never to be mentioned in this house. And Maybell, hot water costs money. Please don’t have your bath too deep.”

      Chance would be a fine thing.

      7th June 1932

      Flora has renamed one of her dolls “Lady Furness” and has banished it to the back stairs. I grow fonder of the child.

      9th June 1932

      All the talk is of Race Week. Violet said someone called Lightfoot might be willing to escort me to the Guards’ luncheon tent, but I recognize crumbs when I see them falling from my sister’s table. Three times today she’s asked, “Are you sure you won’t let Ettie Desborough squeeze you in?” Guilt.

      Wally says, without a white badge, Royal Ascot isn’t royal at all, so why bother? The white badge is the Open Sesame to the inner sanctum, the Royal Enclosure, but seemingly impossible to get unless one is on intimate terms with the Prince of Wales. So we may just ignore Ascot. We’ll borrow Ernest’s driver and go shopping for bibelots in forgotten backwaters.

      12th June 1932

      Wally and Ernest went to drinks with the Benny Thaws and met the unmentionable Thelma F. Wally says Connie and Thelma are both adorable and she’s meeting them for lunch on Monday. Pips says if they’re lunching with Wally, someone had better warn them to take along a fistful of their Morgan dollars.

      Violet and Melhuish’s luggage has been taken to Windsor, not a great amount of it for three days of banquets and royal carriage rides. Wally says fashion is everything at Ascot, but I’m certain Violet hasn’t bought a single new gown. We might have had such fun shopping together, but no. She didn’t even ask my advice about hats. Wally would have been much more fun as a sister.

      13th June 1932

      Violet and Melhuish left after lunch for Windsor. Ida Coote has been angling to stay with me while they’re out of town. She seems to have become some kind of nomad since she lost her money, always offering to air people’s villas or walk their dogs. She said, “You won’t want to be alone in that great big house, all those empty rooms, СКАЧАТЬ