JOURNEY TO EUROPE IN 1928
WE landed at Plymouth in a dense fog. At dinner a large and old yellow cat walked solemnly about the room. I picked him up and caressed him. Immediately a waiter came to me in horror. 'Do not hold the cat, sir; he is very dangerous; he does not allow anyone to touch him; and we have had some most unfortunate experiences." Accordingly I put the cat down; but although he had not purred, he submitted to my endearments with no show of resentment.
Mr. and Mrs. Harley Granville-Barker were living at a beautiful old manor house at Netherton Hall, not far from Plymouth; a telephone message came inviting us to visit them. It was a magnificent place over three hundred years old. The weather was perfect and that afternoon I had eight sets of lawn tennis with our host and with Mrs. Dashwood ( E.M.Delafield).
After dinner Mrs. Granville-Barker played beautifully on the clavichord. A genuine English breakfast was served the next morning and for the first time we became acquainted with 'back' bacon. The coffee was delicious; Mrs. Granville-Barker is an American.
MY DEAR "BILLY"
So glad you've had a good time. And why shouldn't you have? You bring the good time with you. We've even given you some