the morning about twelve o'clock
And how is one to know in such circumstances , what is all right and what is all wrong ? and what is the cause , and what the significance , of each separate symptom ? But , be that as it may , all these misconceptions , presentiments , and hopes were shattered in the following manner . One day -- it was in the morning about twelve o'clock -- I had hardly entered Mr. Ozhogin 's hall , when I heard an unfamiliar , mellow voice in the drawing-room , the door opened , and a tall and slim man of five-and-twenty appeared in the doorway , escorted by the master of the house . He rapidly put on a military overcoat which lay on the slab , and took cordial leave of Kirilla Matveitch . As he brushed past me , he carelessly touched his foraging cap , and vanished with a clink of his spurs . ` Who is that ? '