seven o’clock
The hazy silhouette of Pelusium was outlined three miles to the south . A torrent had carried us from one sea to the other . But although that tunnel was easy to descend , going back up must have been impossible . Near seven o'clock Ned and Conseil joined me . Those two inseparable companions had slept serenely , utterly unaware of the Nautilus 's feat . `` Well , Mr. Naturalist , '' the Canadian asked in a gently mocking tone , `` and how about that Mediterranean ? '' `` We 're floating on its surface , Ned my friend . ''