"The most forbidding, disagreeable, uncivil pair I ever saw in my life!" said I.
"They're not fascinating, I admit," said Bergheim, leaning back in his chair with the air of a man whose appetite is somewhat appeased. "I don't know which is the worst—their wine or their manners."
And then he yawned tremendously, and pushed out his plate, which I heaped afresh with ham and eggs. When he had swallowed a few mouthfuls, he leaned his head upon his hand, and declared he was too tired to eat more.
"And yet," he added, "I am still hungry."
"Nonsense!" I said; "eat enough now you are about it. How is the beer?"
He took a pull at the Schoppen.
"Capital," he said. "Now I can go on again."
The next instant he was nodding over his plate.
"I am ashamed to be so stupid," he said, rousing himself presently; "but I am overpowered with fatigue. Let us have the coffee; it will wake me up a bit."
But he had no sooner said this than his chin dropped on his breast, and he was sound asleep.