nine at night
There it 's t ' other way . ' Not long after he had mentioned the time of early evening for their entry into his port of Harwich , the coach turned quietly over on a bank of the roadside , depositing outside passengers quite safely , in so matter-of-course a way , that only the screams of an uninjured lady inside repressed their roars of laughter . One of the wheels had come loose , half a mile off the nearest town . Their entry into Harwich was thereby delayed until half-past nine at night . Full of consideration for the new mates now fast wedded to his heart by an accident . Matthew Shale proposed to Matthew Weyburn , instead of the bother of crossing the ferry with a portmanteau and a bag at that late hour , to sup at his house , try the neighbouring inn for a short sleep , and ship on board his yawl , the honest Susan , to be rowed ashore off the Swin to Felixstowe sands no later than six o'clock of a summer 's morning , in time for a bath and a swim before breakfast . It sounded well -- it sounded sweetly .