about
four o'clock
After that there was nothing for it but for me to push myself into a circle where I had the best reasons for knowing that I was not wanted . However , it had its good side : I saw more of Miss Wetherell ; so much more indeed that I began to notice that her father did not quite approve of it . But , whatever he may have thought , he said nothing to me on the subject . A fortnight or so later we were at Aden , leaving that barren rock about four o'clock , and entering the Red Sea the same evening . The Suez Canal passed through , and Port Said behind us , we were in the Mediterranean , and for the first time in my life I stood in Europe . At Naples the Wetherells were to say good-bye to the boat , and continue the rest of their journey home across the Continent . As the hour of separation approached , I must confess I began to dread it more and more .