Sometimes Arthur talked about his childhood. As a boy he was delicate and had never been sent to school. An only son, he lived alone with his widowed mother, whom me adored. Together they studied literature and art; together they visted Paris, Baden-Baden, Rome, moving always in the best society, from Schloss to chateau, from chateau to palace, gentle, charming, appreciative; in a state of perpeutal tender anxiety about each other's health.