ten o'clock
I imagine that about seven in the morning he must have fallen asleep without being aware of it himself , and must have slept with enjoyment , with agreeable dreams . Waking about ten o'clock , he jumped wildly out of bed remembered everything at once , and slapped himself on the head ; he refused his breakfast , and would see neither Blum nor the chief of the police nor the clerk who came to remind him that he was expected to preside over a meeting that morning ; he would listen to nothing , and did not want to understand . He ran like one possessed to Yulia Mihailovna 's part of the house . There Sofya Antropovna , an old lady of good family who had lived for years with Yulia Mihailovna , explained to him that his wife had set off at ten o'clock that morning with a large company in three carriages to Varvara Petrovna Stavrogin 's , to Skvoreshniki , to look over the place with a view to the second fête which was planned for a fortnight later , and that the visit to-day had been arranged with Varvara Petrovna three days before . Overwhelmed with this news , Andrey Antonovitch returned to his study and impulsively ordered the horses . He could hardly wait for them to be got ready . His soul was hungering for Yulia Mihailovna -- to look at her , to be near her for five minutes ; perhaps she would glance at him , notice him , would smile as before , forgive him ... `` O-oh !