ten o’clock in the evening
Solomin passed through his room , knocked at Mariana 's door , and went in . `` Honour where honour is due ! '' Nejdanov whispered bitterly . IT was already ten o'clock in the evening ; in the drawing-room of the Arjanov house Sipiagin , his wife , and Kollomietzev were sitting over a game at cards when a footman entered and announced that an unknown gentleman , a certain Mr. Paklin , wished to see Boris Andraevitch upon a very urgent business . `` So late ! '' Valentina Mihailovna exclaimed , surprised . `` What ? ''