Jean Maurice Paul Jules De Noailles
Jean Maurice Paul Jules de Noailles, 6th Duke of Ayen (Paris, 18 September 1893 – Bergen-Belsen, 14 April 1945) was the son of Adrien de Noailles, 8th Duke of Noailles.
He married Solange Marie Christine Louise de Labriffe (Amiens, 5 September 1898 – Paris, 3 November 1976) in Paris on 16 June 1919. Together they had two children:
- Geneviève Hélène Anne Marie Yolande (28 June 1921, Paris – 29 November 1998), who married Jean Gaston Amaury Raindre (born 9 January 1924, Versailles) in New York, on 28 May 1947;
- Adrien Maurice Edmond Marie Camille (27 February 1925, Paris – 9 October 1944, Rupt-sur-Moselle).
He succeeded the subsidiary title Duke of Ayen, but he and his son Adrien did not outlive his father, the 8th Duke of Noailles. The Dukedom of Noailles therefore passed to a cousin, François, 9th Duke of Noailles.
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