Chapter 5

           ItwasMrs.Poppetsthatwokemeupnextmorning. 

           Shesaid: 

           "Doyouknowthatit’snearlynineo’clock,sir?" 

           "Nineo’what?"Icried,startingup. 

           "Nineo’clock,"shereplied,throughthekeyhole."Ithoughtyouwasa-oversleepingyourselves." 

           IwokeHarris,andtoldhim.Hesaid: 

           "Ithoughtyouwantedtogetupatsix?" 

           "SoIdid,"Ianswered;"whydidn’tyouwakeme?" 

           "HowcouldIwakeyou,whenyoudidn’twakeme?"heretorted. "Nowweshan’tgetonthewatertillaftertwelve.Iwonderyoutakethetroubletogetupatall." 

           "Um,"Ireplied,"luckyforyouthatIdo. IfIhadn’twokeyou,you’dhavelainthereforthewholefortnight." 

           Wesnarledatoneanotherinthisstrainforthenextfewminutes,whenwewereinterruptedbyadefiantsnorefromGeorge. 

           Itremindedus,forthefirsttimesinceourbeingcalled,ofhisexistence. 

           Therehelay—themanwhohadwantedtoknowwhattimeheshouldwakeus—onhisback,withhismouthwideopen,andhiskneesstuckup.