"Ah! a thud," said he, "not a rip; you are sure of that?"
"No, no," she replied; "nothing but a shock."
"And then, he quivered, eh?" he suggested.
"Yes; he gave three twitches from top to toe, and they lasted so long that I even felt them in his feet," she said.
"And those twitches stiffened him, did they not?" he persisted.
"Yes," she answered. "The first was very long, the other two weaker."
"And then he died?" he continued. "And what effect did it have on you, when you felt him expire under the knife?"
"On me? Oh! I don't know," she said.
"You don't know! Why tell stories?" he asked her. "Describe to me, describe to me your feeling, quite frankly. Was it pain?"
"No, no, not pain," said she.