two o'clock in the afternoon
`` I expect they will give a decent dowry , '' thought Startsev , listening absent-mindedly . After a sleepless night , he found himself in a state of stupefaction , as though he had been given something sweet and soporific to drink ; there was fog in his soul , but joy and warmth , and at the same time a sort of cold , heavy fragment of his brain was reflecting : `` Stop before it is too late ! Is she the match for you ? She is spoilt , whimsical , sleeps till two o'clock in the afternoon , while you are a deacon 's son , a district doctor ... '' `` What of it ? '' he thought . `` I do n't care . '' `` Besides , if you marry her , '' the fragment went on , `` then her relations will make you give up the district work and live in the town . ''