about 6:45
He noted the time and anxiously awaited news , so firm was his belief that truth must have inspired his vivid dream . That night he learned that the very moment he had announced his fears his son had fallen into the river and was so held under by logs that he narrowly escaped drowning . This was probably the same miraculous power love employs in youth to laugh at locksmiths ; it is the inherent wisdom of the passion deeper than our philosophy can delve ; it warns at times , and then again it will save without warning , strangely leading us to the post of duty . It was too early to go to the office -- then about 6:45 -- when Gabrielle Tescheron 's coach landed on the New York side of the North River . While coming across the ferry she believed it would be wise to take the opportunity to visit Jim at his apartment in Eighteenth Street , and inform him of the action I had taken in notifying the coroner , and therefore to beware of me , for it was plain that her father had convinced me , although he was unable to restrain and sway me to accept his plan of privacy . Gabrielle had classed me as a dull fellow , not able to see beneath the shallow case of Smith . Little did she imagine that I had laughed at her father and ridiculed his course at my interview with him .