about eight o'clock
Since his dream , it seemed more and more important for him to see , and associate with , his old comrade again . He thought he was rid of Ingigerd , the more surely as she had played no part at all in the momentous Atlantis dream . The sooner the voyage with her ended the better . By the time Frederick was taking his real breakfast with Doctor Wilhelm in the dining-room , at about eight o'clock , the whole mass of the vessel was again quivering and at short intervals again seemed to be running hard against walls of rock . The low-ceiled room in dismal gloom , dotted here and there by electric lights , was leaping in a mad dance , one moment riding high on the crest of a wave , the next moment plunging deep into an eddying trough . The few men that had ventured to table tried to laugh and joke away the situation , which by no means offered a rosy outlook . `` In the pit of my stomach I have the feeling I used to get as a child when I swung too high . ''