two o'clock
The girl was paler than usual , and , replying to her aunt , she said she had a little headache . `` It 's the journey , '' suggested Litvinov , and he positively blushed with shame . `` Yes , the journey , '' repeated Tatyana , letting her eyes dwell for a moment on his face . In the night , at two o'clock , Kapitolina Markovna , who was sleeping in the same room with her niece , suddenly lifted up her head and listened . `` Tatyana , '' she said , `` you are crying ? '' Tatyana did not at once answer . `` No , aunt , '' sounded her gentle voice ; `` I have caught cold . ''