six o'clock in the morning
A quiet , peaceful , monotonous life for one who is weary of the world , or for a hermit ; and as good as the top of a pillar for silence and for meditation . The islet lay all night long in much the same silence which lapped and wrapped it all the day . The water washed musically upon the shore ; the light in the lighthouse flashed at intervals ; there was no other sign of life . Toward six o'clock in the morning the dark east grew gray ; thin , long white rays shot out across the sky , and then the light began to spread . Before the gray turned to pink or the pink to crimson , before there was any corresponding glow in the western sky , the man who occupied the bungalow turned out of bed , and came forth to the veranda , clad in the silk pajamas and silk jacket which formed the evening or dress suit in which he slept . The increasing light showed that he was a young man still , perhaps about thirty -- a young man with a strong and resolute face and a square forehead . He stood under the veranda watching , as he had done every day for two years or more , the break of day and the sunrise .