I was going round for the third time when the wrecking of the steamer had interrupted my trip.
On my own part, too, I am free to confess that my wife's attitude had aroused in me a sense of pique, not to say injustice.

I am not in any way a vain man.

Yet her attitude wounded me.

I would no sooner begin, "When I was in the Himalayas hunting the humpo or humped buffalo," than she would interrupt and say, "Oh, Harold, would you mind going down to the billiard-room and seeing if I left my cigarettes under the billiard-table ?" When I returned, she was gone.
By agreement we had arranged for a divorce.

On my completion of my third voyage we were to meet in New Orleans.