three o'clock
Three thousand roubles ' worth of food and drink was consumed , but the music of the wretched hired band , the noisy toasts , the scurrying to and fro of the footmen , the uproar and crowding , prevented them from appreciating the taste of the expensive wines and wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow . One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed , reading a French novel . Poor Tanya , who had headaches in the evenings from living in town , to which she was not accustomed , had been asleep a long while , and , from time to time , articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams . It struck three o'clock . Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep , lay for a long time with his eyes closed , but could not get to sleep because , as he fancied , the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep . At half-past four he lighted the candle again , and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed . `` Good-morning , '' said the monk , and after a brief pause he asked : `` What are you thinking of now ? ''