about four in the morning
They stood watching the English shores , speaking little . Brandon clung to her hand . They were sailing up the Thames . It was about four in the morning . `` We shall soon be there , '' said he ; `` sing to me for the last time . Sing , and forget for a moment that we must part . '' Then , in a low voice , of soft but penetrating tones , which thrilled through every fibre of Brandon 's being .