four o'clock of the afternoon
of July 22
He laid his other hand on my head ; his fingers strayed through my hair . `` Great lords , wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss , But cheerly seek how to redress their harms . '' -- SHAKESPEARE . When I awoke in Dr. Khayme 's tent toward four o'clock of the afternoon of July 22 , I felt that my mind was clear ; I had slept dreamlessly . On the cover of my bed an envelope was lying -- a telegram . I hastily tore it open , and read : `` Dr. Khayme tells me you are safe . Continue to do your duty . ''