eight o'clock
I met Ephrinell , Miss Horatia Bluett having retired to her cabin ; he was going down into the saloon to find a comfortable corner on one of the couches . I wished him good night , and he left me after gratifying me with a similar wish . As for me , I will wrap myself in my rug and lie down in a corner of the deck , and sleep like a sailor during his watch below . It is only eight o'clock . I light my cigar , and with my legs wide apart , to assure my stability as the ship rolled , I begin to walk up and down the deck . The deck is already abandoned by the first-class passengers , and I am almost alone . On the bridge is the mate , pacing backward and forward , and watching the course he has given to the man at the wheel , who is close to him .