"We returned to the sick room, and Louis, seating himself in a chair, remained lost in thought for nearly a quarter of an hour, while I did what I could, to pacify the sufferer. I could not help wondering that a man, so prompt and so efficient, should lose a moment when the least delay was to be avoided; and as I was reflecting on this, Louis rose so suddenly from his seat that I was startled. 'There is but one course, and the poor boy has very accurately defined it. Let his head be shaved, and pillowed in ice; bleed him at once--if he faints, all the better.' 'No danger of that,' shouted Dervilly. 'No syncope with me but the _last_ syncope--no syncope--ha, ha, ha! double the ounces--you are timid--no syncope, I say--' He continued the whole time raving, much in the manner I have described. The room was kept quite dark, and no one was permitted to come in. Louis did not leave the bedside the entire night. Dervilly never slept for an instant. On one occasion he threw himself close on one side, and screamed, 'Take her away--take her away!' "'What is it?' I asked. "'Do you not see her?' he shrieked, 'sitting on the bed, looking into my eyes; take her away, take her away!' "I need not detail to you," continued Partridge, "the whole of these fearful scenes. Late in the evening Stabb returned; he had found the house; and although he could not obtain Mademoiselle de Coigny's address, he was promised that his message should be communicated early in the morning. "'It will be too late,' said Louis, mournfully.