nine o’clock
`` No , I must not give in , '' thought Nekhludoff , waking up , and again asking himself , `` Is what I am doing right ? I do not know , and no matter , no matter , I must only fall asleep now . '' And he began himself to descend where he had seen the inspector and Maslova climbing down to , and there it all ended . The next day Nekhludoff awoke at nine o'clock . The young office clerk who attended on `` the master '' brought him his boots , shining as they had never shone before , and some cold , beautifully clear spring water , and informed him that the peasants were already assembling . Nekhludoff jumped out of bed , and collected his thoughts . Not a trace of yesterday 's regret at giving up and thus destroying his property remained now .