She saw that he was more infinitely more mad than she imagined--with his L800 and his L1,500 for daubs of pictures that conveyed no meaning whatever to the eye! Why, you could purchase real, professional pictures, of lakes, and mountains, exquisitely finished, at the frame-makers in High Street for three pounds apiece! And here he was rambling in hundreds and thousands! She saw that that extraordinary notion about being able to paint was a natural consequence of the pathetic delusion to which he had given utterance yesterday.

And she wondered what would follow next.

Who could have guessed that the seeds of lunacy were in such a man?
Yes, harmless lunacy, but lunacy nevertheless! She distinctly remembered the little shock with which she had learned that he was staying at the Grand Babylon on his own account, as a wealthy visitor.

She thought it bizarre, but she certainly had not taken it for a sign of lunacy.

And yet it had been a sign of madness.