eleven o'clock
`` There is bad weather coming , '' said the captain to me later in the day . `` And I wish the tide served for Lowestoft harbour earlier than ten o'clock . '' We anchored just astern of the coast-service gunboat , and a few hundred yards south of the pier at Lowestoft , awaiting the rise of the tide . At eleven o'clock we moved in , and passing through the dock into the river , anchored there for the night . I gave Madame the choice of passing the night on board and going ashore to the hotel , as it was too late to drive to Hopton . She elected to remain on board . As ill fortune would have it , the evil weather foreseen by the captain came upon us in the night , and daylight next morning showed a grey and hopeless sea , with lowering clouds and a slantwise rain driving across all .