two o’clock
I wanted to move about , and to communicate to some one all that was lying upon my heart , but not a living creature was near me . The position was the more unpleasant because , willy-nilly , I could hear St. Jerome walking about in his room , and softly whistling some hackneyed tune . Somehow , I felt convinced that he was whistling not because he wanted to , but because he knew it annoyed me . At two o'clock , he and Woloda departed downstairs , and Nicola brought me up some luncheon . When I told him what I had done and what was awaiting me he said : `` Pshaw , sir ! Do n't be alarmed . ` Keep on grinding , and you 'll have flour .