seven in the morning
`` Just , just ! We ca n't go out for a walk together but he shouts , ` How do ? Fine day , mates ! ' to the drivers of the hackney cabs across the promenade ; and the joy of his life is to get up at seven in the morning and go down to the quay before breakfast to keep tally with a chalk for the fishermen counting their herrings out of the boats into the barrels . '' `` Not a bit changed , then , since he went away ? '' said Jenny , before the glass . `` Not a bit ; and because I asked him to know his place , and if he is a gentleman to behave as a gentleman and speak as a gentleman and not make so easy with such as do n't respect him any the better for it , he turns on me and tells me I 've only married him for his money . ''