morning, about seven o'clock
He was dressed in his best clothes , and he was as good a representative of the idiotic swell as I had ever met . `` When do you sail , Captain Alick ? '' he asked , as though the question was one of vital importance to him personally . `` To-morrow morning , about seven o'clock , unless some change is made in the arrangements , '' I replied , wondering what possible interest he could have in the sailing of the steamer . `` Alick , you and I were always good friends , '' he continued . `` Not always , though I do n't mind that now , '' I added , not willing that the exact truth should be sacrificed , even by my silence . `` I am getting a little tired of this place , and I want to be out of it .