"I neither saw nor smelled nothing beyond the usual sights and scents of my chamber," Titus replies. "You do not think that I am going mad, do you?" he asks, worried. He knows his father had gone mad and thought himself an owl before he vanished, and he wonders if it is at all possible that he could have fallen victim to the same illness. "You do not think that I could be so aggrieved at the loss of my friend that I might have lost some grip on my wits?"