About eight o'clock
By the way the yacht rolled and , at the same time , pitched and tossed , Mrs. Cliff thought it likely that they must be out upon the open sea , or , at least , well down the outer bay . She liked the motion , and the feeling that her property , moving according to her will , was riding dominant over the waves of the sea , sent a genial glow through every vein . It was now quite light , and when Mrs. Cliff got up and looked out of her round window she could see , far away to the right , the towering lighthouses of Sandy Hook . About eight o'clock she dressed and went out on deck . She was proud of her good sailing qualities . As she went up the companion-way , holding firmly to the bright brass rail , she felt no more fear of falling than if she had been one of the crew . When she came out on the upper deck , she had scarcely time to look about her , when a man , whom at first sight she took for a stranger , came forward with outstretched hand .