nearly
three o'clock in the morning
I want to speak to him after breakfast . '' `` Ay , ay , sir . '' Whereupon Sir Philip descended to his private cabin . He drew the blind at the port-hole to shut out the dazzling sunlight , for it was nearly three o'clock in the morning , and quickly undressing , he flung himself into his berth with a slight , not altogether unpleasant , feeling of exhaustion . To the last , as his eyes closed drowsily , he seemed to hear the slow drip , drip of the water behind the rocky cavern , and the desolate cry of the incomprehensible Sigurd , while through these sounds that mingled with the gurgle of little waves lapping against the sides of the _ Eulalie _ , the name of `` Thelma '' murmured itself in his ears till slumber drowned his senses in oblivion . `` Hast any mortal name , Fit appellation for this dazzling frame , Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth ? '' KEATS .