"Oh, yes.

I planned it long ago--one morning toward daybreak years ago....

A--a relative of mine started on the same voyage rather unexpectedly....

I've heard very often from him since; I'm curious to try it, too--when he makes up his mind to invite me--" "When are you starting ?" interrupted Portlaw, disgusted.
"Oh, not for a while, I think.

I won't embarrass you; I'll leave everything in ship-shape--" "_Where_ are you going ?--dammit!" Malcourt looked at him humorously, head on one side.