six o’clock in the morning
It was all just as I told you , Maria Alexandrovna ! '' begins Mosgliakoff readily -- delighted to repeat his story ten times over , if required -- `` I had driven all night , and not slept a wink . You can imagine what a hurry I was in to arrive here , '' he adds , turning to Zina ; `` in a word , I swore at the driver , yelled for fresh horses , kicked up a row at every post station : my adventures would fill a volume . Well , exactly at six o'clock in the morning I arrived at the last station , Igishova . ` Horses , horses ! ' I shouted , ` let 's have fresh horses quick ; I 'm not going to get out . ' I frightened the post-station man 's wife out of her wits ; she had a small baby in her arms , and I have an idea that its mother 's fright will affect said baby 's supply of the needful .