six o’clock
-- an insupportable thought ! Then suddenly the reassuring thought occurred to me : `` Why should I not drive out to the monastery when the morning comes , and see the priest again , and make a second confession ? '' Thereafter I grew calmer . Several times that night I woke in terror at the thought that I might be oversleeping myself , and by six o'clock was out of bed , although the dawn was hardly peeping in at the window . I put on my clothes and boots -LRB- all of which were lying tumbled and unbrushed beside the bed , since Nicola , of course had not been in yet to tidy them up -RRB- , and , without a prayer said or my face washed , emerged , for the first time in my life , into the street ALONE . Over the way , behind the green roof of a large building , the dim , cold dawn was beginning to blush red . The keen frost of the spring morning which had stiffened the pools and mud and made them crackle under my feet now nipped my face and hands also .