six in the morning
My eyes never left the manometer . We were still rising diagonally to the surface , which sparkled under the electric rays . The iceberg was stretching both above and beneath into lengthening slopes ; mile after mile it was getting thinner . At length , at six in the morning of that memorable day , the 19th of March , the door of the saloon opened , and Captain Nemo appeared . `` The sea is open !! '' was all he said . I rushed on to the platform .