One of the great charms of Lawrence as a companion was that he could never be bored and so could never be boring. He was able to absorb himself completely in which he was doing at the moment, and he regarded no task as too humble for him to undertake, nor too trivial that it was not worth his while to do it well. He could cook, he could sew, he could dam a stocking and milk a cow, he was an efficient woodcutter and a good hand at embroidery, fire always burned when he laid them and a floor, after Lawrence had scrubbed it, was thoroughly clean. Moreover, he possessed what is, for a highly-strung and highly intelligent man, an even more remarkable accomplishment: he knows how to do nothing. He could just sit and be perfectly content. And his contentment, while one remained in his company, was infectious.