As he hurried to the railway station, he tried to recollect the hour at which the early train started; but his confused and excited mind refused to perform the function of memory.

The _Shannon_ dazed him.
At the railway-station he found that a train had started at 4 A.M., and there was nothing until 7:30.

This check sobered him a little, and he went back to the docks; he walked out to the farther end of that noble line of berths, and sat down on the verge with his legs dangling over the water.

He waited an hour; it was six o'clock by the great dial at St.
George's Dock.

His eyes were fixed on the _Shannon,_ which was moving slowly up the river; she came abreast to where he sat.