Andrew hired a car and they spent many hours exploring the countryside, driving over to places along the coast, to Nice, Villefranche, Cannes or going up to Mont Agel for luncheon.
He insisted on buying her the most exquisite clothes from all the best French shops and Fiona, accustomed to pay a few pounds for her clothes, was horrified at the prices charged for a wisp of white chiffon or for a beach dress, backless and hardly reaching below the knees.
But Andrew laughed at her scruples and had she not restrained him, would have bought her the whole shop.
“I have saved up all my life for this,” he said, “and I am not going to stop now.”
He gave her a small but perfectly set diamond brooch and a bracelet and in the depths of his generosity promised her that he was going to leave her some
