about six o’clock in the
morning
`` This will never do ! '' he exclaimed , leaping from his bed ; `` I am becoming a mere driveller with advancing age ! '' He went to the window and looked out . It was about six o'clock in the morning , -- the sun was shining brightly into his room . Before him lay the sea , calm as a lake , and clear-sparkling as a diamond ; -- not a boat was in sight ; -- not a single white sail on the distant horizon . And in the freshness and stillness of the breaking day , the world looked but just newly created . `` How we fret and fume in our little span of life ! ''