ten o'clock
So Lesbia stayed , and those two drank the cup of bliss , hushed by the monotonous sing-song of the sea , the rhythm of the swinging sails . But now it was broad morning . The hour when society , however late it may keep its revels overnight , is apt to awaken , were it only to call for a cup of strong tea and to turn again on the pillow of lassitude , after that refreshment , like the sluggard of Holy Writ . At ten o'clock the sun sent his golden arrows across the silken coverlet of her berth and awakened Lady Kirkbank , who opened her eyes and looked about languidly . The little cabin was heaving itself up and down in a curious way ; Mr. Smithson 's cigar-cases were sloping as if they were going to fall upon Lady Kirkbank 's couch , and the looking-glass , with all its dainty appliances , was making an angle of forty-five degrees . There was more swirling and washing of water against the hull than ever Georgie Kirkbank had heard in Cowes Roads . ` Mercy on me !