eleven o’clock in the morning
She talked a great deal about him to Bersenyev . Bersenyev realised that Elena 's imagination had been struck by Insarov , and was glad that his friend had not ` missed fire ' as Shubin had asserted . He told her cordially all he knew of him down to the minutest details -LRB- we often , when we want to please some one , bring our friends into our conversation , hardly ever suspecting that we are praising ourselves in that way -RRB- , and only at times , when Elena 's pale cheeks flushed a little and her eyes grew bright and wide , he felt a pang in his heart of that evil pain which he had felt before . One day Bersenyev came to the Stahovs , not at the customary time , but at eleven o'clock in the morning . Elena came down to him in the parlour . ` Fancy , ' he began with a constrained smile , ` our Insarov has disappeared . ' ` Disappeared ? '