four o'clock
Piotr imagined that he wanted to take him to Petersburg with him . Bazarov went late to bed , and all night long he was harassed by disordered dreams ... . Madame Odintsov kept appearing in them , now she was his mother , and she was followed by a kitten with black whiskers , and this kitten seemed to be Fenitchka ; then Pavel Petrovitch took the shape of a great wood , with which he had yet to fight . Piotr waked him up at four o'clock ; he dressed at once , and went out with him . It was a lovely , fresh morning ; tiny flecked clouds hovered overhead in little curls of foam on the pale clear blue ; a fine dew lay in drops on the leaves and grass , and sparkled like silver on the spiders ' webs ; the damp , dark earth seemed still to keep traces of the rosy dawn ; from the whole sky the songs of larks came pouring in showers . Bazarov walked as far as the copse , sat down in the shade at its edge , and only then disclosed to Piotr the nature of the service he expected of him . The refined valet was mortally alarmed ; but Bazarov soothed him by the assurance that he would have nothing to do but stand at a distance and look on , and that he would not incur any sort of responsibility .