midday
Everything was clear to Atchmianov when he looked at the windows and the policeman . He made up his mind to go home , and set off in that direction , but somehow found himself near Nadyezhda Fyodorovna 's lodgings again . He sat down on the bench near the gate and took off his hat , feeling that his head was burning with jealousy and resentment . The clock in the town church only struck twice in the twenty-four hours -- at midday and midnight . Soon after it struck midnight he heard hurried footsteps . `` To-morrow evening , then , again at Muridov 's , '' Atchmianov heard , and he recognised Kirilin 's voice . `` At eight o'clock ; good-bye ! ''