Around François, Helen’s natural shyness is forgotten. He makes her laugh.
"Often," says Jackie Stewart, "if we weren’t at the cinema or playing cards, François would play the piano. He’d play the virtuoso as he sat in front of it, all grandiloquent mannerisms. Then, he’d turn all pensive and melancholic, and then he’d pretend to be possessed by the music. then, he’d start playing his favourite piece, Beethoven’s Fifth symphony. That wild hair of his made him look like a romantic hero - he’d shake it about as he played, and you could absolutely imagine giving a concert in the world’s finest halls. He was never afraid to lay it on thick. We just couldn’t stop laughing.
Sometimes, Helen would join in. A few weeks earlier, a British paper had published a quote from her, about how François’ playing never failed to bring tears to her eyes. So, when François sat at the piano, she’d stand in front of him, give him her best adoring look and then, after a bit, get a tissue out - to dry the aforementioned tears. They made a terrific double act.”