"That this exceptionally scholarly man whose judgments, always rich and sensitive, though sometimes austere, should have embarked on an intensely romantic retelling of the old Cornish legend of that famous pair of tragic lovers, Tristan and Queen Iseult, is intriguing in itself. But what makes it even more fascinating is that Daphne du Maurier, asked by "Q" 's daughter long after her father's death to finish this novel that he had set aside "near the end of a chapter, halfway through," did so in such a skillful fashion that it is impossible to guess with any certainty the exact point at which she began to write. She says, in a modest foreword, that she "could not imitate 'Q''s style... that would have been robbing the dead," but she had known him when she was a child, remembered him as a genial host at many a Sunday supper, and "by thinking back to conversations long forgotten" she could recapture something of the man himself and trust herself to "fall into his mood." --