nine o'clock
in the morning
The latter covered him up with a quilt and an overcoat , advised him to get into a perspiration , and went away . The night came on ; Shtchiptsov had drunk a great deal of brandy , but he did not sleep . He lay motionless under the quilt and stared at the dark ceiling ; then , seeing the moon looking in at the window , he turned his eyes from the ceiling towards the companion of the earth , and lay so with open eyes till the morning . At nine o'clock in the morning Zhukov , the manager , ran in . `` What has put it into your head to be ill , my angel ? '' he cackled , wrinkling up his nose . `` Aie , aie !