nine o'clock
`` What time is it ? '' I asked . `` Half-past six . '' `` A Christian gentleman 's hour of rising is nine o'clock , '' said I , lying down again . He shook me rudely . `` Get up , '' said he . The sleepless , unshaven , unkempt , twine-bound , self-hating wreck of Hilary Freeth rose to his feet with a groan .