five o’clock
He had the uneasy consciousness that he had robbed her of perfect freedom yesterday ; there was too much native honour in him , for him not to feel that , if her will should recoil , his conduct would have been odious , and she would have a right to reproach him . But Maggie did not feel that right ; she was too conscious of fatal weakness in herself , too full of the tenderness that comes with the foreseen need for inflicting a wound . She let him take her hand when he came to sit down beside her , and smiled at him , only with rather a sad glance ; she could say nothing to pain him till the moment of possible parting was nearer . And so they drank their cup of coffee together , and walked about the deck , and heard the captain 's assurance that they should be in at Mudport by five o'clock , each with an inward burthen ; but in him it was an undefined fear , which he trusted to the coming hours to dissipate ; in her it was a definite resolve on which she was trying silently to tighten her hold . Stephen was continually , through the morning , expressing his anxiety at the fatigue and discomfort she was suffering , and alluded to landing and to the change of motion and repose she would have in a carriage , wanting to assure himself more completely by presupposing that everything would be as he had arranged it . For a long while Maggie contented herself with assuring him that she had had a good night 's rest , and that she did n't mind about being on the vessel , -- it was not like being on the open sea , it was only a little less pleasant than being in a boat on the Floss . But a suppressed resolve will betray itself in the eyes , and Stephen became more and more uneasy as the day advanced , under the sense that Maggie had entirely lost her passiveness .