seven o'clock at night
So mind yer oi , Commanther . '' We passed the Channel Islands in the spring of morning , and at breakfast-time we picked up the pilot , who had brought out a group of reporters . I did my best for the good chaps -LRB- though it is mighty hard to talk about exploring when you are thinking of another subject -RRB- , and then handed them over to my shipmates . Towards seven o'clock at night we heaved up to the grey stone pier at the head of Southampton Water . It was then dark , so being unable to see more than the black forms and waving hands of the crowd waiting for us with the lights behind them , I arranged with O'Sullivan that he should slip ashore as soon as we got alongside , and see if he could find my dear one . `` Will you remember her face ? '' I asked .