Of reasoning from causes I think that she knew nothing." Now there is hardly a word of this in which Anthony is not more or less mistaken; and that simply because he had not adequate opportunities for close observation.

The affection which subsisted between my mother and my brother Anthony was from the beginning to the end of their lives as tender and as warm as ever existed between a mother and son.

Indeed I remember that in the old days of our youth we used to consider Anthony the Benjamin.

But from the time that he became a clerk in the Post Office to her death, he and my mother were never together but as visitors during the limited period of a visit.
From the time that I resigned my position at Birmingham to the time of her death, I was uninterruptedly an inmate of her house, or she of mine.

And I think that I knew her, as few sons know their mothers.
No regicide, would-be or other, ever darkened her doors.