five o’clock
In replying to their various remarks I could feel , in spite of myself , a pleased , agreeable , faintly self-sufficient smile playing over my countenance , as well as could remark that that smile , communicated itself to those to whom I was speaking . So here was I without a tutor , yet with my own private drozhki , my name printed on the list of students , a sword and belt of my own , and a chance of an occasional salute from officials ! In short , I was grownup and , I suppose , happy . Finally , we arranged to go out and dine at five o'clock , but since Woloda presently went off to Dubkoff 's , and Dimitri disappeared in his usual fashion -LRB- saying that there was something he MUST do before dinner -RRB- , I was left with two whole hours still at my disposal . For a time I walked through the rooms of the house , and looked at myself in all the mirrors -- firstly with the tunic buttoned , then with it unbuttoned , and lastly with only the top button fastened . Each time it looked splendid . Eventually , though anxious not to show any excess of delight , I found myself unable to refrain from crossing over to the coach-house and stables to gaze at Krassovchik , Kuzma , and the drozhki .