CHAPTER 9I thought I had closed my eyes for a second only, yet when I opened them again, the sun was coming through the windows. I was still sitting in my chair, for I had learned to doze away in such a fashion when the night was stormy and we might be called on deck. Murdock’s daughter was still sitting looking at the fire. Indeed, only the daylight was there to tell me that I had been asleep at all. There was no confused groping in my mind which so often follows sleep, so that I sometimes think I must have been half awake all the while, according to the habit we learn at sea. I only remember being aware that the time had come for everything I had expected.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked.
“You were very tired,” she said. “You were talking about a ship, and then I saw your eyes wer
