Yes, he had got to the point when a fellow kicks the bucket declaring that he's quite well.

And his wits were going a-wool-gathering in other respects too.

When Nana came home after gadding about for six weeks or so he seemed to fancy she had returned from doing some errand in the neighborhood.

Often when she was hanging on an acquaintance's arm she met him and laughed at him without his recognizing her.

In short, he no longer counted for anything; she might have sat down on him if she had been at a loss for a chair.
When the first frosts came Nana took herself off once more under the pretence of going to the fruiterer's to see if there were any baked pears.