quarter
past seven
How else can he maintain so precarious a position ? -- unless , in him , too , the sea and its motion be ingrained . I wandered into the dining-room , wedged myself into a screwed chair , and fell asleep , my head on my arms , my arms on the table . And at quarter past seven the steward roused me by shaking my shoulders . It was time to set table . Heavy with the brief heaviness of sleep I had had , I dressed and stumbled up on to the poop in the hope that the wind would clear my brain . Mr. Pike had the watch , and with sure , age-lagging step he paced the deck .