Episode 37 – ‘First date’Yacht ‘Rosalinda’, Saint-Tropez, France, 29 December
Monsieur Moreau nods, gets up and says:
'Well, in this case, mon cher ami, I can offer you a sweet.'
'What sweet?' I stare at him, baffled.
'I’m afraid, quite an ordinary one, something like an ice cream,' he winks and heads to the stairs, leading to the lower deck.
'Monsieur Moreau, wait! You've got me wrong!' I cry out.
But he doesn’t stop, just smiles and walks down. Bewildered, I try to figure out how to correct this misunderstanding but nothing ingenious springs to mind. In a minute, Monsieur Moreau returns, holding two small bowls with scoops of chocolate ice cream in them.
'Monsieur Moreau ... ' I say, picking up his cigar case from the table.
'My dear Luke,' he interrupts me, 'I understand you p
