Strona:Jerome K. Jerome - Trzej ludzie w jednej łodzi.djvu/24

George and William Harris how I felt when I got up in the morning, and William Harris told us how he felt when he went to bed; and George stood on the hearth-rug, and gave us a clever and powerful piece of acting, illustrative of how he felt in the night.
 George fancies he is ill; but there's never anything really the matter with him, you know.
 At this point, Mrs. Poppets knocked at the door to know if we were ready for supper. We smiled sadly at one another, and said we supposed we had better try to swallow a bit. Harris said, a little something in one‘s stomach often kept the disease in check; and Mrs. Poppets brought the tray in, and we drew up to the table, and toyed with a little steak and onions, and some rhubarb tart.
 I must have been very weak at the time; because I know, after the first half-hour or so, I seemed to take no interest whatever in my food — an unusual thing for me — and I didn‘t want any cheese.
 This duty done, we refilled our glasses, lit our pipes, and resumed the discussion upon our state of health. What it was that was actually the matter with us, we none of us could be sure of; but the unanimous opinion was that it — whatever it was — had been brought on by overwork.
 „What we want is rest,“ said Harris.
 „Rest and a complete change,“ said George. „The overstrain upon our brains has produced a