six o'clock
in the morning
`` Why any seconds ? '' he said to me , dryly . `` We shall do very well without them . '' We decided to fight on the morrow behind the haystacks , at six o'clock in the morning . Seeing us talking in such a friendly manner , Iwán Ignatiitch , full of joy , nearly betrayed us . `` You should have done that long ago , '' he said to me , with a face of satisfaction . `` Better a hollow peace than an open quarrel . ''