When she had cut down the boots, which in those days were worn outside the clinging trousers, ten pieces of gold rolled on the floor.
"There it is,--her money," murmured Philippe.

"Cursed fool that I was, I forgot it.

I too have missed a fortune." He was seized with a horrible delirium of fever, and began to rave.
Joseph, assisted by old Desroches, who had come back, and by Bixiou, carried him to his room.

Doctor Haudry was obliged to write a line to the Hopital de la Charite and borrow a strait-waistcoat; for the delirium ran so high as to make him fear that Philippe might kill himself,--he was raving.

At nine o'clock calm was restored.