about six o'clock
They justified me , they declared that they had only got what they wanted themselves , and that all that now was could not have been otherwise . At last they declared to me that I was becoming dangerous and that they should lock me up in a madhouse if I did not hold my tongue . Then such grief took possession of my soul that my heart was wrung , and I felt as though I were dying ; and then ... then I awoke . * * * * * It was morning , that is , it was not yet daylight , but about six o'clock . I woke up in the same arm-chair ; my candle had burnt out ; every one was asleep in the captain 's room , and there was a stillness all round , rare in our flat . First of all I leapt up in great amazement : nothing like this had ever happened to me before , not even in the most trivial detail ; I had never , for instance , fallen asleep like this in my arm-chair . While I was standing and coming to myself I suddenly caught sight of my revolver lying loaded , ready -- but instantly I thrust it away !