eight o'clock
After the meeting at the theatre Vorotov realised that he was in love ... . During the subsequent lessons he feasted his eyes on his elegant teacher , and without struggling with himself , gave full rein to his imaginations , pure and impure . Mdlle . Enquête 's face did not cease to be cold ; precisely at eight o'clock every evening she said coldly , `` Au revoir , monsieur , '' and he felt she cared nothing about him , and never would care anything about him , and that his position was hopeless . Sometimes in the middle of a lesson he would begin dreaming , hoping , making plans . He inwardly composed declarations of love , remembered that Frenchwomen were frivolous and easily won , but it was enough for him to glance at the face of his teacher for his ideas to be extinguished as a candle is blown out when you bring it into the wind on the verandah . Once , overcome , forgetting himself as though in delirium , he could not restrain himself , and barred her way as she was going from the study into the entry after the lesson , and , gasping for breath and stammering , began to declare his love : `` You are dear to me !