After his fit, Victor lay ill with a nervous fever for months. Through all that time, Henry Clerval was the only one who looked after him.
Clerval knew that Victor’s father was too old for so long a journey. He knew, too, how much the news would torment Elizabeth. So he did not tell the family how serious the illness was. He believed no one could nurse Victor more devotedly than he could, and he was sure Victor would recover.
Victor was in truth very ill. The shape of the monster he had made was always before his eyes, and he raved about it without end.