About five o'clock
With the low , caressing laugh of a happy child , the girl knelt by the side of his berth , and laid her cheek against his own . `` Oh , David , my David ! When do you expect to understand the heart of a woman , dear heart of mine ? '' About five o'clock of an evening in April the Cunarder _ Caronia _ , four hours out from Queenstown and buckling down to a night 's hard work against the northwesterly gale , shipped a sea . It was not much of a sea -- merely a playful slap of a wave that broke against the staunch black side and glanced upward in a shower of spray , spattering liberally a solitary passenger who had been showing enough interest in the weather to remain on deck until that particular moment . Apparently undisconcerted by the misadventure , he shook himself and laughed a sober , contented laugh , found a handkerchief and mopped his face with it , then , with a final approving survey of the lowering and belligerent canopy of wind-cloud that overhung the tortured ocean , permitted himself to be blown aft to the door of the first-cabin smoking-room . Opening this by main strength , he entered .