eight o’clock
He went out of the house , but he did not go to see any one . He walked about the streets . He directed his attention to the sunset . At last a little after eight o'clock he returned home . He wore a smile ; he repeatedly shrugged his shoulders , as though marvelling at his own folly . ` Yes , ' thought he , ` this is what comes of a strong will ... ' Next day Pyetushkov got up rather late . He had not passed a very good night , did not go out all day , and was fearfully bored .