Adam Bede by George Eliot — Read

Arthur did not pass a sleepless night; he slept long and well. For sleep comes to the perplexed -- if the perplexed are only weary enough. But at seven he rang his bell and astonished Pym by declaring he was going to get up, and must have breakfast brought to him at eight.

"And see that my mare is saddled at half-past eight, and tell my grandfather when he's down that I'm better this morning and am gone for a ride."