When I was a young man (a long time ago) there was a bookshop in my hometown of Kendal called Henry Roberts, a very old fashioned and a bit foreboding overseen by the proprietor (who wasn't Mr Roberts) who looked over his horn rimmed glasses as you made your purchases and rather judged you . It was a very good bookshop and had a history section which I visited at ever opportunity. Books were rather expensive in those days (early 70s) and for someone whose take home pay was about £5 took some serious consideration before a purchase. I looked longingly at the above book over several weeks, it cost 50 shillings net and I hesitated over this cost. On one visit I found it had been sold and was unhappy I hadn't took the plunge and bought it, I suppose I could have ordered a copy but it was a complicated and lengthy process so I lamented it loss and moved on - but I remember the title and to my joy I came across a copy in a charity shop last week which I seized upon immediately. It's rather good in an old fashioned way and after all these years I pleased to have it finally.