six o'clock
By that time Yulia was expecting a baby . More than a year had passed . Yulia and Yartsev were lying on the grass at Sokolniki not far from the embankment of the Yaroslav railway ; a little distance away Kotchevoy was lying with hands under his head , looking at the sky . All three had been for a walk , and were waiting for the six o'clock train to pass to go home to tea . `` Mothers see something extraordinary in their children , that is ordained by nature , '' said Yulia . `` A mother will stand for hours together by the baby 's cot looking at its little ears and eyes and nose , and fascinated by them . If any one else kisses her baby the poor thing imagines that it gives him immense pleasure .