one o'clock
He saw her standing before the home of a man who had taken her with him out of pity and then had turned her away in scorn , and she stood for hours weeping outside his window . Frederick had by no means fully sloughed the skin of the conventional German youth . The old hackneyed ideal of virginity was in his eyes still surrounded by a sacred aureole ; but no matter how often he discovered Mara in evil things , no matter how often he rejected her in his imagination , or tried with all the moral strength of his being to destroy her image in his mind , her face in its golden setting , her frail , white girlish body pierced through each curtain , each wall , each thought with which he strove to conceal the evil spirit that would not be exorcised either by prayers or curses . Shortly after one o'clock , Frederick was tossed out of his berth . This time it was not one of those dream-like visions that had roused him with a start from a doze . The next instant he was thrown against the frame of the berth . It was evident that the weather had grown worse and the _ Roland _ was travelling in heavier waters of the Atlantic .