I assumed at the moment that it was annoyance with the contrariness of events which made me feel out of sorts. It happened that no one at Gloucester Place advised me to see a doctor, and if this counsel had been given I should have rejected it at once; on my own account I discovered my earliest customer, who occupied the first half-hour by shewing me the contents of the house added since his original purchase through me. This over, he gave attention to my case.
"You have come nearly to the end of your resources," he said.
"Nonsense!" I ejaculated.
"Another month or two of the work you have been engaged upon, and you would have proved outside and beyond any treatment from me."
"Ridiculous!"
"Your mind, for a considerable period, has had nothing resembling a holiday or rest. You have gone from one task to another, without an interval. You are not sleeping well, are you?"
"I can do with less than most people."
"In future, you will have to take more sleep than most people get. I don't want to give you anything to make you sleep, but—"
"Shouldn't take it, if you did!"
"I understand you to say that you are now clear of the shop in London Street."