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‘Dead?’ said I.
‘He dined in town yesterday, and drove down in the pha-
eton by himself,’ said Tiffey, ‘having sent his own groom
home by the coach, as he sometimes did, you know -’
‘Well?’
‘The phaeton went home without him. The horses stopped
at the stable-gate. The man went out with a lantern. Nobody
in the carriage.’
‘Had they run away?’
‘They were not hot,’ said Tiffey, putting on his glasses;
‘no hotter, I understand, than they would have been, go-
ing down at the usual pace. The reins were broken, but they
had been dragging on the ground. The house was roused up
directly, and three of them went out along the road. They
found him a mile off.’
‘More than a mile off, Mr. Tiffey,’ interposed a junior.
‘Was it? I believe you are right,’ said Tiffey, - ‘more than a
mile off - not far from the church - lying partly on the road-
side, and partly on the path, upon his face. Whether he fell
out in a fit, or got out, feeling ill before the fit came on - or
even whether he was quite dead then, though there is no
doubt he was quite insensible - no one appears to know. If
he breathed, certainly he never spoke. Medical assistance
was got as soon as possible, but it was quite useless.’
I cannot describe the state of mind into which I was
thrown by this intelligence. The shock of such an event hap-
pening so suddenly, and happening to one with whom I
had been in any respect at variance - the appalling vacancy
in the room he had occupied so lately, where his chair and