Neville Chamberlain was having his morning cup of tea in his office at 10 Downing Street and reading that morning's Times when David Margesson, the Tory Party's Chief Whip, walked in.
"Hullo David have a seat, have some tea."
"Morning Prime Minister, sorry I'm late but you know what the rush hour traffic is like."
"Yes, well. Have you seen the headlines this morning David?"
"No, I haven't had time."
"It seems the King is in another scandal, he's been seen with another society woman. That's the third this year. I thought when when we talked him out of marrying that dreadful American woman that Edward would have seen sense but every other week he rates the front page in the gossip magazines and illustrated features. Everyone follows his latest fashions, goes to shops he does, visits the places he goes."
"But Prime Minister he is the King, he's a world famous person and a batchelor too."
"But he's the King David. His image affects the nation's image. He has to sell Britain to the world, not the latest fashion in flannel trousers. Worse this morning I had a letter from the Director General of MI5 this morning who says he can no longer keep spying on the King's mistresses any longer. He claims its unconstitutional. That and Mrs Wallis was spotted at Windsor last week.
"What can we do? Maybe send him to see Halifax in Atlantis, you know to have a man-to-man discussion?"
"Halifax can't stand the man, besides he's more friendly with George. Everyone knows George was the better candidate for King despite his flaws. Even Edward's father knew he wasn't cut out for King."
"Well then why not marry him off to some Royal stock somewhere in Europe. Surely there's some young Princess waiting for a hot-blooded King in some loney part of Europe?"
"Sigh, the trouble is David is that even if he was married he'd still be foot-loose and fancy-free. That would make even more scandal and the government would have to cover his back. Then the Labour Party would really give us a swing. Don't forget this time next year we'll be approaching the elections."
"It's damn tricky."
"It is. Anyhow I think he has a European tour planned for next year so maybe something will turn up?"
"Monte Carlo?"
"You see David that's the problem, he hasn't realised that Kings don't go to Monte Carlo. Anyway he doesn't have to go there, half the damn lonely actresses and money-grabbers and title-horders get invites to go up to Balmoral for a weekend anyway!"