Nine o'clock
_ As You Like It . _ I was waked by my father 's voice calling to me from the garden , and so started up with that strange and sudden sense of trouble which most of us have experienced at some time or other in our lives . `` Nine o'clock , Basil , '' cried my father . `` Nine o'clock -- come down directly , sir ! '' I sprang out of bed , and for some seconds could remember nothing of what had happened ; but when I looked out of the window and saw my father in his dressing-gown and slippers walking up and down the sunny path with his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the ground , it all flashed suddenly upon me . To plunge into my bath , dress , run down , and join him in the garden , was the work of but a few minutes . `` Good-morning , sir , '' I said , breathlessly .