seven o'clock
`` Yes , yes ; she is not without a few bull-dogs , to bark in defence of her own rights , and to say a word in support of his Majesty 's honour , too ; God bless him ! Judy ! you Jude ! '' he shouted , at the top of his voice , to a negro girl , who was gathering kindling-wood among the chips of a ship-yard , `` scamper over to neighbour Homespun 's , and rattle away at his bed-room windows : the man has overslept himself it is not common to hear seven o'clock strike , and the thirsty tailor not appear for his bitters . '' A short cessation took place in the dialogue , while the wench was executing her master 's orders . The summons produced no other effect than to draw a shrill reply from Desire , whose voice penetrated , through the thin board coverings of the little dwelling as readily as sound would be conveyed through a sieve . In another moment a window was opened , and the worthy housewife thrust her disturbed visage into the fresh air of the morning .