about ten o'clock
Now and then he shivered all over with an agonising , feverish tremor . Disconnected and irrelevant things kept coming into his mind : at one minute he thought of the old clock which used to hang on his wall fifteen years ago in Petersburg and had lost the minute-hand ; at another of the cheerful clerk , Millebois , and how they had once caught a sparrow together in Alexandrovsky Park and had laughed so that they could be heard all over the park , remembering that one of them was already a college assessor . I imagine that about seven in the morning he must have fallen asleep without being aware of it himself , and must have slept with enjoyment , with agreeable dreams . Waking about ten o'clock , he jumped wildly out of bed remembered everything at once , and slapped himself on the head ; he refused his breakfast , and would see neither Blum nor the chief of the police nor the clerk who came to remind him that he was expected to preside over a meeting that morning ; he would listen to nothing , and did not want to understand . He ran like one possessed to Yulia Mihailovna 's part of the house . There Sofya Antropovna , an old lady of good family who had lived for years with Yulia Mihailovna , explained to him that his wife had set off at ten o'clock that morning with a large company in three carriages to Varvara Petrovna Stavrogin 's , to Skvoreshniki , to look over the place with a view to the second fête which was planned for a fortnight later , and that the visit to-day had been arranged with Varvara Petrovna three days before . Overwhelmed with this news , Andrey Antonovitch returned to his study and impulsively ordered the horses .