When Selina Hastings and her younger sister were small, their parents, Lord and Lady Huntingdon, occupied chambers in Albany, the muted Piccadilly enclave where the leases prohibit children from living. The girls were allotted a small house in Richmond, where they were attended by a cook and nursery governess. Her first memory of her father dates from 1949, when she was four. One weekend, while visiting the Richmond house, he bent down to make a kindly remark to her. She had never heard a man speak before, was baffled by his deep voice and could not understand a word he said. This fiasco discouraged him from talking to her for years.