three o'clock
In her love for me there was something incongruous and burdensome , just as in Dmitri Petrovitch 's friendship . It was a great , serious passion with tears and vows , and I wanted nothing serious in it -- no tears , no vows , no talk of the future . Let that moonlight night flash through our lives like a meteor and -- _ basta ! _ At three o'clock she went out of my room , and , while I was standing in the doorway , looking after her , at the end of the corridor Dmitri Petrovitch suddenly made his appearance ; she started and stood aside to let him pass , and her whole figure was expressive of repulsion . He gave a strange smile , coughed , and came into my room . `` I forgot my cap here yesterday , '' he said without looking at me . He found it and , holding it in both hands , put it on his head ; then he looked at my confused face , at my slippers , and said in a strange , husky voice unlike his own : `` I suppose it must be my fate that I should understand nothing ... .