8: The Lord of the Tarn
[Miles Warriner to his godfather, Sir Donald Fremling.]
The Green Palace Cinema, Liverpool, Sept. 30.
DEAR PATER:—
It's tremendously decent of you to offer to go up to Cumberland and see Coral yourself. This cellist, Torkel Yarl, who drifted into the Hydro after I left, sounds a dangerous sort of bounder, and I'm not only jealous but really afraid for Coral. It's so foreign to her nature to make sudden friendships with anyone— she's as shy as a blue-jay— and that's why this violent intimacy alarms me. She is wrought up to a fever-pitch of excitement over Yarl and his music, and seems to spend the whole day working with him. Our orchestra broke up when the summer season was over at Brackenfells Hydro, but both Coral and myself are booked for the Xmas season there
