four o’clock
She thought only that from an idle whim , from self-indulgence , she had sullied herself all over from head to foot in something filthy , sticky , which one could never wash off ... `` Oh , how fearfully false I 've been ! '' she thought , recalling the troubled passion she had known with Ryabovsky . `` Curse it all ! ... '' At four o'clock she dined with Korostelev . He did nothing but scowl and drink red wine , and did not eat a morsel . She ate nothing , either . At one minute she was praying inwardly and vowing to God that if Dymov recovered she would love him again and be a faithful wife to him .