“Was it? I believe you are right,” said Tiffey⁠—“ more than a mile off⁠—not far from the church⁠—lying partly on the roadside, 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.”