twelve o'clock
Very good . I shall be much obliged ... _ Merci _ . '' Yagitch came into the bedroom for the third time , bent down to his wife , made the sign of the cross over her , gave her his hand to kiss -LRB- the women who had been in love with him used to kiss his hand and he had got into the habit of it -RRB- , and saying that he should be back to dinner , went out . At twelve o'clock the maid came in to announce that Vladimir Mihalovitch had arrived . Sofya Lvovna , staggering with fatigue and headache , hurriedly put on her marvellous new lilac dressing-gown trimmed with fur , and hastily did up her hair after a fashion . She was conscious of an inexpressible tenderness in her heart , and was trembling with joy and with fear that he might go away . She wanted nothing but to look at him .