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Royal, who allegedly stayed away in protest against her brother’s non-invitation, giving<br />

ill-health as the reason, although she was seen to attend a public function two days<br />

later.<br />

At this time a separate event marked the end of an era in the royal family’s life: on 16<br />

September 1947 Crawfie and Major George Buthlay were married in Dunfermline<br />

Abbey. George Buthlay, who came from Aberdeen (the nearest big town to Balmoral),<br />

was fifteen years her senior and had previously married and divorced. He and Crawfie<br />

had known each other for some time. Now that Elizabeth was engaged to be married<br />

and Margaret, at seventeen, was of an age to leave the schoolroom, the devoted Crawfie<br />

felt she could at last lead her own life after sixteen years’ royal service. Even so, she had<br />

found it difficult to break the news that she was going. She had consulted Queen Mary<br />

while the family were away in South Africa. Queen Mary’s reaction was, as Crawfie<br />

wrote, a typical one: ‘“My dear child. You can’t leave them!”’ The royal family do not<br />

like change; they do not like trusted servants to depart and they find it difficult to<br />

accept that their employees’ personal interests can come before their own; the closer the<br />

person is to them – a Crawfie or a favourite lady-in-waiting – the more difficult it is for<br />

them to accept it. Crawfie tried to put her case to Queen Mary in terms of the fact that<br />

Lilibet and Margaret were no longer in need of her. ‘“I don’t see how they could manage<br />

without you,” Queen Mary replied. “I don’t think they could spare you just now.”’ In the<br />

royal tradition of non-communication, however, Queen Mary did not pass on Crawfie’s<br />

news, or, if she did, the Queen put on a good show of being totally surprised when<br />

Crawfie requested to see her on ‘a very urgent and important matter of a personal<br />

nature’. When Crawfie showed her the photograph of Buthlay, there was a long silence,<br />

interrupted by the governess’s explanation that she had wanted to get married at the<br />

start of the war and had not done so, ‘Because I felt I had a duty to Their Majesties, and<br />

considered it would be unfair of me to leave the Princesses when they most needed me’.<br />

‘“Why Crawfie,” the Queen said gently, “that was a great sacrifice you made.”’ None the<br />

less, she followed this up by saying, ‘“Does this mean you are going to leave us? You<br />

must see that it would not be at all convenient just now. A change at this stage for<br />

Margaret is not at all desirable.”’ The Queen said not a word about Elizabeth’s intended<br />

engagement (close as Crawfie was to the family, she was not officially told until<br />

Elizabeth showed her her engagement ring made up of stones belonging to Philip’s<br />

mother, on the eve of the official announcement in July). Margaret returned to the<br />

schoolroom after the South Africa trip as if nothing had changed, arriving for lessons<br />

carrying the same pencil box she had used as a small child, full of very small pencils<br />

pared down to the last stub and erasers down to the last rub, an economy both the girls<br />

had always practised. Although even while the Princesses had been in South Africa the<br />

popular newspapers had featured opinion polls asking readers what they thought of<br />

Princess Elizabeth’s marriage to Prince Philip of Greece, and on a visit to a factory the<br />

girls had shouted at Elizabeth, ‘Where’s Philip?’, within the Palace the family had played<br />

their cards close to their chest, as usual. No one, beyond ‘us four’, had been told.<br />

‘Suddenly that look of strain we had all been conscious of disappeared from Lilibet’s

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