six o’clock
`` Oh , good-bye then . You give me _ carte blanche ! _ '' `` We 'll talk about it later on ; I 'll look you up in Petersburg . '' It was six o'clock already , and so , in order to be there quickly , and at the same time not to drive with his own horses , known to everyone , Vronsky got into Yashvin 's hired fly , and told the driver to drive as quickly as possible . It was a roomy , old-fashioned fly , with seats for four . He sat in one corner , stretched his legs out on the front seat , and sank into meditation . A vague sense of the order into which his affairs had been brought , a vague recollection of the friendliness and flattery of Serpuhovskoy , who had considered him a man that was needed , and most of all , the anticipation of the interview before him -- all blended into a general , joyous sense of life .