the hour of five
But for a long time I dreamt on , till my eyes fell on the instruments hanging on the partition . The compass still showed the course to be E.N.E. , the manometer indicated a pressure of five atmospheres , equivalent to a depth of twenty five fathoms , and the electric log gave a speed of fifteen miles an hour . I expected Captain Nemo , but he did not appear . The clock marked the hour of five . Ned Land and Conseil returned to their cabin , and I retired to my chamber . My dinner was ready . It was composed of turtle soup made of the most delicate hawks bills , of a surmullet served with puff paste -LRB- the liver of which , prepared by itself , was most delicious -RRB- , and fillets of the emperor-holocanthus , the savour of which seemed to me superior even to salmon .