Ten o’clock
It was a mystery for herself . Let it remain a mystery for all . No one knows , no one has seen , nor will ever see , how the grain , destined to life and growth , swells and ripens in the bosom of the earth . Ten o'clock struck . Marfa Timofyevna went off up-stairs to her own apartments with Nastasya Karpovna . Lavretsky and Lisa walked across the room , stopped at the open door into the garden , looked into the darkness in the distance and then at one another , and smiled . They could have taken each other 's hands , it seemed , and talked to their hearts ' content .