ten o’clock
The whole crew assembled on deck and the Lord 's Prayer and `` Jesus , at the day 's beginning '' were read . The little church tower of Dalarö answered with a faint ringing of bells , for it was Sunday . Cutters came up in the morning breeze : flags were flying , shots resounded , light summer dresses gleamed on the bridge , the steamer , leaving a crimson track behind her , steamed up , the fishers hauled in their nets , and the sun shone on the blue , billowy water and the green islands . At ten o'clock six pairs rowed the gig ashore from the gunboat . They were together again . And as they sat at breakfast in the large dining-room , the hotel guests watched and whispered : `` Is she his wife ? '' He talked to her in an undertone like a lover , and she cast down her eyes and smiled ; or hit his fingers with her dinner napkin .