"He was very sick until last night, when he seemed a little better."
"What was the matter with him?"
"Fever and delirium."
"Sunstroke?"
"No, monsieur."
"Unhappiness, perhaps?"
"Yes, monsieur, great unhappiness."
"Because he's in love?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"But it's a stupid thing to be in love when one might be rich."