MRS SIMPSON LEARNS A LESSON
London, 1929. The rain hurled itself against the sitting-room windows. It seemed to have rained every day since she arrived. Wallis was trying hard not to feel disappointed in this new city, which was supposed to be a whole new start. But it was the case that nothing had yet measured up to expectations.
Her second husband Ernest Simpson – polite and kind-hearted as he was – had been her yardstick of what the English were like. But his countrymen were entirely different. They seemed remote and chilly in a way she had never before encountered. They had strange rules of table etiquette; eating with both knife and fork, not just fork as Americans like herself did. And they
