As he made his way around the newsroom he stopped to talk to my colleague, who was opening the editorial post.

“What are you doing?” the Duke asked her. “Er, opening the post sir,” she replied, her face reddening. He swiftly moved on.

Later, reflecting on her rather mortifying Royal encounter, she found herself strangely smitten. “He smelt divine,” she said, still basking in the cloud of expensive cologne he left in his wake...