eight o’clock in the morning
Pyetushkov suffered tortures , was jealous , never took his eyes off Vassilissa , kept an alarmed watch over her , annoyed her horribly . Behold , one evening , Vassilissa dressed herself with more care than usual , and , seizing a favourable instant , sallied off to make a visit somewhere . Night came on , she had not returned . Pyetushkov at sunset went home to his lodgings , and at eight o'clock in the morning ran to the baker 's shop ... . Vassilissa had not come in . With an inexpressible sinking at his heart , he waited for her right up to dinner-time ... . They sat down to the table without her ... ` Whatever can have become of her ? '