twelve o'clock
When I spoke of the incident of trying to save the poor man who fell overboard from the brig -- of my holding him by the collar , and being dragged down with him until the sea became dark over my head -- Emily could bear it no longer ; she jumped up , and falling on her knees , hid her lovely face in my sister 's lap , passionately exclaiming , `` Oh , do not , do not , my dear Frank , tell me any more -- I can not bear it -- indeed , I can not bear it . '' We all gathered round her , and supported her to the drawing-room , where we diverted ourselves with lighter and gayer anecdotes . Emily tried a tune on the pianoforte , and attempted a song ; but it would not do : she could not sing a gay one , and a melancholy one overpowered her . At twelve o'clock , we all retired to our apartments , and before I slept I spent some minutes in devotion , with vows of amendment which I fully intended to keep . The next morning , Mr Somerville joined us at breakfast . This was another trial of feeling for poor Emily , who threw herself into her father 's arms , and sobbed aloud . Mr Somerville shook me most cordially by the hand with both of his , and eagerly demanded the history of my extraordinary adventures , of which I gave him a small abridgment .