My wife--for what reason I cannot guess--seemed to find my society irksome.

In vain I tried to interest her with narratives of my travels.

They seemed--in some way that I could not divine--to fatigue her.

"Leave me for a little, Harold," she would say (I forgot to mention that my name is Harold Borus), "I have a pain in my neck." At her own suggestion I had taken a trip around the world.

On my return she urged me to go round again.