five o'clock
But it 's the cruelty -- that 's what I ca n't understand . '' There was a little comfort in that thought as she fell asleep : it gave her a sense of comradeliness that anyone so eminently sane as Wordsworth should have had `` blank misgivings . '' Blue and silver had turned to blue and gold next morning ; the light no longer seemed to come from the sea in bright glitters ; it was transfused through the air as liquid gold , very mellow and soothing and softened . It was five o'clock when she wakened . Through the open port she could see the sea swelling gently , breaking into a little hesitating ripple of foam here and there . She climbed very carefully down from her bunk ; Jimmy was still sleeping soundly . There was no one about save a few deck hands scrubbing up above ; they were out of sight of land now , and she gave a deep sigh of exhilaration as she turned on the sea-water spigot of the bath and , opening the port wide , felt the keen morning breezes blowing in upon her .