half past ten
We had now a day before us , a delay of about ten hours . Which fact put my uncle in a towering passion . We had nothing to do but to walk about the pretty town and bay . At length , however , we went on board , and at half past ten were steaming down the Great Belt . It was a dark night , with a strong breeze and a rough sea , nothing being visible but the occasional fires on shore , with here and there a lighthouse . At seven in the morning we left Korsor , a little town on the western side of Seeland . Here we took another railway , which in three hours brought us to the capital , Copenhagen , where , scarcely taking time for refreshment , my uncle hurried out to present one of his letters of introduction .