five o'clock
He kept walking about the rooms , or sat down to the table , nervously fidgeting with a pencil and scribbling mechanically on a paper . `` Trying a pen ... . A little foot . '' By five o'clock he grew weaker and threw all the blame on himself . It seemed to him now that if Olga Dmitrievna had married some one else who might have had a good influence over her -- who knows ? -- she might after all have become a good , straightforward woman . He was a poor psychologist , and knew nothing of the female heart ; besides , he was churlish , uninteresting ... `` I have n't long to live now , '' he thought .