six in the evening
I suppose there must be a sort of divinity hedging in a captain 's wife -LRB- however incredible -RRB- which prevented him applying to her that contemptuous definition in the secret of his thoughts . I asked him when this had happened ; and he told me that it was three days after parting from the tug , just outside the channel -- to be precise . A head wind had set in with unpleasant damp weather . He had come up to leeward of the poop , still feeling very much of a stranger , and an untried officer , at six in the evening to take his watch . To see her was quite as unexpected as seeing a vision . When she turned away her head he recollected himself and dropped his eyes . What he could see then was only , close to the long chair on which she reclined , a pair of long , thin legs ending in black cloth boots tucked in close to the skylight seat .