“Not a bit of it.”
“Untidy in his dress?”
“Neat as ever.”
“I remember when I saw him how neat he was. Is he—at all—incoherent? Or does it all hold together?”
“Absolutely. He’s perfectly logical and coherent. He talks I think rather better and more clearly than usual.”
“It’s just one simple delusion? He has no delusions about having great physical strength or beauty or anything of that sort?”
“None. He’s not a bit crazy. He’s just possessed by this one grand impossible idea.”
“He’s not throwing away money or anything of that sort?”
“Not a bit of it. He’s always been—careful with money.”
“And he is now?”