ike marrons glaces (a sweet, sticky, elegant confectionery), this tells the story of Suzy Dor, acting in repertory in Geneva when she is approached by Colonel Yves Bonnet and asked to play a far more strategic role. She is to become intimately involved with a man called Vollard, presumably a chemist, actually a spy. Yet Bonnet's concern for her is love, and to a large extent jealousy, and at the conclusion of her mission she marries him, learns he is really a Count, and has an elegant new home at the family . But again Bonnet's patriotic obligations intrude, although it is a colleague who this time asks her to seduce a Prince Houssain, the spokesman of the Arab bloc, into loving France through her. It works, but not very well for their marriage--Yves outraged and leaves her to exorcise his jealousy in the desert. The reconciliation to come wafts along on the music of a Son Et Lumiere spectacle at the chateau.... As Suzy thinks at one point here- ""Why is it the fashion today to write books about poor, unhappy creatures living in sordid surroundings..."" This is the refutation. Guy Bolton an established playwright and his novel is as fragrantly scented as sachet.