six o'clock
11th November , early in the morning . The fresh air spreading over the interior of the Nautilus told me that we had come to the surface of the ocean to renew our supply of oxygen . I directed my steps to the central staircase , and mounted the platform . It was six o'clock , the weather was cloudy , the sea grey , but calm . Scarcely a billow . Captain Nemo , whom I hoped to meet , would he be there ? I saw no one but the steersman imprisoned in his glass cage .