seven o'clock
From Havre he crossed to Southampton , spending the night in a bunk in one of those wretched saloons in which a number of persons are herded together . But he managed to sleep the whole time , and the crossing went without incident . At dawn he was on deck watching England 's ghostly coast-line draw nearer and nearer , until finally the steamer entered the port of Southampton , where he was to await the _ Roland _ . At the steamship office , he was told that the _ Roland _ would scarcely make Southampton before evening , and at seven o'clock a tender would be at the pier to convey the passengers to the ship as soon as it was sighted . That meant twelve idle hours in a dreary foreign town , with the thermometer at ten degrees below freezing-point . Frederick decided to take a room in a hotel , and , if possible , pass some of the time in sleep . In a shop window he saw a display of cigarettes of the brand of Simon Arzt of Port Said .