Recalling a dinner she and her father, Lord Rothschild, had with a wealthy man from the Gulf who was proud of his house which had belonged to a relative of the Queen, she said he had “stuffed it full of very grand pictures. I remember looking at my dad and saying ‘Well that must have been what it was like to go and visit the Rothschilds a hundred years ago because we were exactly the same’.”
Her last novel, The House of Trelawney, described by the JC as “a satire on wealth”, tells of a aristrocratic family in the early 21st century in dire financial straits.
But she believed the idea of “a dusty earl living in a huge pile outside Exeter” had gone, the Times reported.
