two in the afternoon
And he began gazing at each of the women with strained attention , looking for a guilty smile . But either he did not know how to read their faces , or not one of these women felt herself to be guilty ; he read on every face nothing but a blank expression of everyday vulgar boredom and complacency . Stupid faces , stupid smiles , harsh , stupid voices , insolent movements , and nothing else . Apparently each of them had in the past a romance with an accountant based on underclothes for fifty roubles , and looked for no other charm in the present but coffee , a dinner of three courses , wines , quadrilles , sleeping till two in the afternoon ... . Finding no guilty smile , Vassilyev began to look whether there was not one intelligent face . And his attention was caught by one pale , rather sleepy , exhausted-looking face ... . It was a dark woman , not very young , wearing a dress covered with spangles ; she was sitting in an easy-chair , looking at the floor lost in thought .