ten o'clock
It was a regular hotchpotch . Philosophy , French novels , political economy , finance , new poets , and publications of the firm _ Posrednik _ * -- and he read it all with the same rapidity and with the same ironical expression in his eyes . * I.e. , Tchertkov and others , publishers of Tolstoy , who issued good literature for peasants ' reading . After ten o'clock he carefully dressed , often in evening dress , very rarely in his _ kammer-junker _ 's uniform , and went out , returning in the morning . Our relations were quiet and peaceful , and we never had any misunderstanding . As a rule he did not notice my presence , and when he talked to me there was no expression of irony on his face -- he evidently did not look upon me as a human being . I only once saw him angry .