eleven o’clock
A flash of eagerness suffused the face of Alexey Alexandrovitch as he rapidly wrote out a synopsis of these ideas for his own benefit . Having filled a sheet of paper , he got up , rang , and sent a note to the chief secretary of his department to look up certain necessary facts for him . Getting up and walking about the room , he glanced again at the portrait , frowned , and smiled contemptuously . After reading a little more of the book on Egyptian hieroglyphics , and renewing his interest in it , Alexey Alexandrovitch went to bed at eleven o'clock , and recollecting as he lay in bed the incident with his wife , he saw it now in by no means such a gloomy light . Though Anna had obstinately and with exasperation contradicted Vronsky when he told her their position was impossible , at the bottom of her heart she regarded her own position as false and dishonorable , and she longed with her whole soul to change it . On the way home from the races she had told her husband the truth in a moment of excitement , and in spite of the agony she had suffered in doing so , she was glad of it . After her husband had left her , she told herself that she was glad , that now everything was made clear , and at least there would be no more lying and deception .