seven o'clock
All nature was stirring , refreshed with the balmy dew and coolness of the night . Far up in the higher branches of the Weymouth pines , the wrens were awake , calling to each other with tentative twitter , and pluming themselves the while for another day of sunshine and song . Like a thief Christian hurried on , and creeping into his bedroom window , was soon sleeping the dreamless , forgetful sleep of youth . By seven o'clock he was awake with all the quick realisation of a Londoner . In the country men wake up slowly , and slowly gather together their senses after an all-sufficing sleep of ten hours . In cities , five , four , or even three are sufficient for the unfatigued body and the restless mind . Men wake up quickly , and are at once in full possession of their faculties .