And the memories, those distant memories, yesterday so dear, to-day so torturing, came to their minds with all the little forgotten details, those little intimate familiar details which bring back to life the one who has left.
They recalled to each other circumstances, words, smiles, intonations of the mother who was no longer to speak to them.
They saw her again happy and calm.
They remembered things which she had said, and a little motion of the hand, like beating time, which she often used when emphasizing something important.