twelve o’clock
she said to her friends , with a nod towards her husband , as though she wanted to explain why she was marrying a simple , very ordinary , and in no way remarkable man . Her husband , Osip Stepanitch Dymov , was a doctor , and only of the rank of a titular councillor . He was on the staff of two hospitals : in one a ward-surgeon and in the other a dissecting demonstrator . Every day from nine to twelve he saw patients and was busy in his ward , and after twelve o'clock he went by tram to the other hospital , where he dissected . His private practice was a small one , not worth more than five hundred roubles a year . That was all . What more could one say about him ?