Sometimes I have doubted whether all he told me was true, but invariably it tallies with my own childish recollections and what I have been told of my mother.
Lawrence has a passionate attachment to my mother's memory.

He knows her birthday, and the day of her death, and more even than I do about her.

The first word I had with him was on the anniversary of my mother's death.

He came to my quarters and asked to see me, told me of my mother's goodness to him, and burst into tears before he got through.

Of course, that melted me--my mother was one of God's angels on this earth.