one o’clock
I experienced a positive sensuous delight as I crawled into the bed she had made with her hands . The calm and control which were so much a part of her seemed to have been communicated to the blankets , so that I was aware of a soft dreaminess and content , and of an oval face and brown eyes framed in a fisherman 's cap and tossing against a background now of grey cloud , now of grey sea , and then I was aware that I had been asleep . I looked at my watch . It was one o'clock . I had slept seven hours ! And she had been steering seven hours ! When I took the steering-oar I had first to unbend her cramped fingers .