Alice's husband, the Honorable George Kepple, a third son, might have been swayed to marry for money, but he married Alice for love. She had no money to speak of herself. She was the youngest child of nine.
Excerpt page 190: "Marrying for love was one thing; trying to live in London society in the 1890's without money was quite another before many years had passed, the increasingly worldly Alice Keppel had come to appreciate that there was only one sure way by which a married but impoverished society woman to get the bills paid. This was by adopting that easy-going attitude towards adultery characteristic of the Marlborough House set; she must take a wealthy lover. It was said that the father of her first daughter, Violet, born in 1894, was the rich Ernest William Beckett, the future Lord Grimthorpe.(Violet herself hinted that her father was the Prince of Wales, the future King Edward VII but this is not likely true for they had not met five years earlier.)
No matter where it was that the King and Alice met, it was the Keppel's home where Alice and her husband entertained the him when he was Prince o Wales. The author, Theo Aronson, has something interesting to say about why Alice proved to be the ideal mistress.
Excerpt page 191: "Alice proved to be the ideal mistress for an ageing man She was attractive enough to interest him sexually; entertaining when he was bored, patient when he was cantankerous, sympathetic when he was ill, unobtrusive when he appeared in public. In his company she was amusing, even-tempered, uncomplaining Like all successful mistresses, Alice was part-lover, part-wife, part-mother. An added attraction was that she was an accomplished bridge player. For the Prince was reaching the ae when a man values a good partner at bridge table as highly as a good partner in bed. Before long, Alice Keppel had become an indispensable part of the Prince's life: a brilliant threat running through the fabric of his days.
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