three o'clock
`` No , excuse me , Ilya Stepanitch ! This time it is your nerves . You see , it is getting light . In ten minutes the sun will be up -- it is past three o'clock -- and ghosts have no power in the day . '' Tyeglev cast a gloomy glance at me and muttering through his teeth `` good-bye , '' lay down on the bench and turned his back on me . I lay down , too , and before I fell asleep I remember I wondered why Tyeglev was always hinting at ... suicide . What nonsense !