He was a robust and apparently perfectly healthy man.
I was absent from home when he died.

I had gone with a Cornishman, a Mr.Trewhella, who was desirous of visiting Mr.Sloane's copper mine, in the neighbourhood of Volterra, of which I have before spoken.

We had accomplished our visit, and were returning over the Apennine about six o'clock in the morning in a little _bagherino_, as the country cart-gigs are called, when we were hailed by a man in a similar carriage meeting us, whom I recognised as the foreman of a carpenter we employed.

He had been sent to find me, and bring me home with all speed, in consequence of the sudden illness of Mr.Garrow.As far as I could learn from him there was little probability of finding my father-in-law alive.

I made the best of my way to Florence.