Читать книгу Gone With the Windsors - Laurie Graham - Страница 102
11th October 1932
ОглавлениеWally was infuriatingly vague about her plans for the day, and then, when I walked into the Ivy to meet Pips, there she was, tête-à-tête with Thelma Furness. They waved but made no move to invite us over to join them.
Pips says she finds it horribly entertaining to watch Wally at work. “Spinning her web,” she called it.
She said, “Look at her. I mean, Thelma’s nice in her own sappy way, but Wally can’t possibly find her that interesting. She’s just cultivating her so she can get her foot in Wales’s door.”
I said, “There are worse projects. I wouldn’t mind meeting him myself. They say he’s a nifty dancer.”
Pips said, “Well, I think it’s all rather desperate and sad. It reminds me of the trouble she went to snag a dance with Chevy Auburn. Remember? Cozying up to his sister. Memorizing all his sprint times. And men are so dumb. They fall for it every time. I’ll bet she worked the same old business with Ernest. I’ll bet she pumped Mary Kirk for useful tidbits, filed them under ‘Ernest,’ and then fed them right back to him.”
I think Wally just uses what little God gave her. She has a very plain face, no figure, and no fortune. It stands to reason she’s had to develop her wits.
Pips could have shown more interest in my tea with Philip Sassoon.
All she said was, “But isn’t he a fruit?”