But now he was a good deal knocked up, and I was a
little frightened fearing that I had over-driven him under the heat
of the sun. I was alarmed lest he should have fever, and proposed
to send for the Jaffa doctor. But this he utterly refused. He
would shut himself for an hour or two in his room, he said, and by
that time he trusted the boat would be in sight. It was clear to me
that he was very anxious on the subject, fearing that his uncle
would be back upon his heels before he had started.
I ordered a serious breakfast for myself, for with me, on such
occasions, my appetite demands more immediate attention than my
limbs. I also acknowledge that I become fatigued, and can lay
myself at length during such idle days and sleep from hour to hour;
but the desire to do so never comes till I have well eaten and
drunken. A bottle of French wine, three or four cutlets of goats'
flesh, an omelet made out of the freshest eggs, and an enormous dish
of oranges, was the banquet set before me; and though I might have
found fault with it in Paris or London, I thought that it did well
enough in Jaffa. My poor friend could not join me, but had a cup of
coffee in his room.
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