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TEXT E In the days before Diana became accustomed to daily hairdressers, high fashion and expertly applied makeup, she looked her best when she was wearing her least. No frilly blouses concealed her elegant neck, carefully cut skirts her long legs, or bulky sweaters her wellrounded figure. She was young and not fully aware of just how attractive she could be. But if she wanted to impress a young man, any young man, she always made it a point to go swimming or sailing or, at the very least, play a game of tennis. When Prince Charles saw her aboard Britannia at Cowes in the late summer of 1980, he wasnt however particularly interested. She belonged to his younger brother Andrews set, and had come aboard, not at Charless invitation, but with Lady Sarah Armstrong Jones, his cousin and sixteen years his junior. Diana was three years older than Sarah, but still almost a generation away. And besides, Charles had his mind on other things most particularly the breakup of his romance with the beautiful but self-willed Anna Wallace. There was also the fact that if he noticed Diana in anything more than passing, he thought about her as the sister of one of his former girlfriends —Lady Sarah Spencer —who had recently married (he hadnt attended), and whatever others might have been plotting he most certainly was not thinking of renewing his romantic links with the Spencer girls. But if Charles was not instantly enchanted by the fresh, gambolling nineteen-year-old who spent some days aboard the Royal Yacht, his staff were. She was so unassuming and so natural, one recalls. And in the manner of all servants, particularly ones who are in the employ of the bachelor Prince, they inevitably started speculating amongst themselves if she was the one for what they called the job. So, it seems, did Diana. At the age of sixteen she had jokingly told a friend that She was out to get Charles. But that may have been just romantic fantasizing on the part of a young girl whose main ea