two o’clock
With her pale , frightened face , in a jacket with sleeves high on the shoulders , with yellow ruches on her bosom , and with stripes running in unusual directions on her skirt , she seemed to herself horrible and disgusting . She suddenly felt poignantly sorry for Dymov , for his boundless love for her , for his young life , and even for the desolate little bed in which he had not slept for so long ; and she remembered his habitual , gentle , submissive smile . She wept bitterly , and wrote an imploring letter to Korostelev . It was two o'clock in the night . When towards eight o'clock in the morning Olga Ivanovna , her head heavy from want of sleep and her hair unbrushed , came out of her bedroom , looking unattractive and with a guilty expression on her face , a gentleman with a black beard , apparently the doctor , passed by her into the entry . There was a smell of drugs . Korostelev was standing near the study door , twisting his left moustache with his right hand .