ten o'clock in the morning
She was vexed with herself . `` Well , now then for the music ! '' said Yagitch . She was not pacified till ten o'clock in the morning . She left off crying and trembling all over , but she began to have a splitting headache . Yagitch was in haste to go to the late mass , and in the next room was grumbling at his orderly , who was helping him to dress . He came into the bedroom once with the soft jingle of his spurs to fetch something , and then a second time wearing his epaulettes , and his orders on his breast , limping slightly from rheumatism ; and it struck Sofya Lvovna that he looked and walked like a bird of prey .