eleven o’clock
Volgin smoked a cigarette , lay on his face for about five minutes reviewing the day 's impressions ; then , blowing out his candle , he turned over on his side and fell asleep about one o'clock , in spite of a good deal of restlessness . Awaking next morning at eight he put on his slippers and dressing-gown , and rang the bell . The old butler , Stephen , the father of a family and the grandfather of six grandchildren , who had served in that house for thirty years , entered the room hurriedly , with bent legs , carrying in the newly blackened boots which Volgin had taken off the night before , a well-brushed suit , and a clean shirt . The guest thanked him , and then asked what the weather was like -LRB- the blinds were drawn so that the sun should not prevent any one from sleeping till eleven o'clock if he were so inclined -RRB- , and whether his hosts had slept well . He glanced at his watch -- it was still early -- and began to wash and dress . His water was ready , and everything on the washing-stand and dressing-table was ready for use and properly laid out -- his soap , his tooth and hair brushes , his nail scissors and files . He washed his hands and face in a leisurely fashion , cleaned and manicured his nails , pushed back the skin with the towel , and sponged his stout white body from head to foot .