seven o'clock in the evening
`` Sir , '' he would have said to me , `` this is not the way ! No , this is not the way ! '' And how could I have answered him ? Towards seven o'clock in the evening a rather thick mist arose ; this would tend to make the navigation of the schooner difficult and dangerous . The day , with its emotions of anxiety and alternatives , had worn me out . So I returned to my cabin , where I threw myself on my bunk in my clothes . But sleep did not come to me , owing to my besetting thoughts .