ABOUT seven o’clock in the evening
-- O , you who guess everything in the world ! '' CHAPTER VI . 30th May . ABOUT seven o'clock in the evening , I was walking on the boulevard . Grushnitski perceived me a long way off , and came up to me . A sort of ridiculous rapture was shining in his eyes . He pressed my hand warmly , and said in a tragic voice : `` I thank you , Pechorin ... You understand me ? ''