one o'clock in the morning
` I 've caught cold , ' repeated Bazarov , and he went away . Arina Vlasyevna busied herself about the preparation of the decoction of lime-flowers , while Vassily Ivanovitch went into the next room and clutched at his hair in silent desperation . Bazarov did not get up again that day , and passed the whole night in heavy , half-unconscious torpor . At one o'clock in the morning , opening his eyes with an effort , he saw by the light of a lamp his father 's pale face bending over him , and told him to go away . The old man begged his pardon , but he quickly came back on tiptoe , and half-hidden by the cupboard door , he gazed persistently at his son . Arina Vlasyevna did not go to bed either , and leaving the study door just open a very little , she kept coming up to it to listen ` how Enyusha was breathing , ' and to look at Vassily Ivanovitch . She could see nothing but his motionless bent back , but even that afforded her some faint consolation .