about noon
Ilyin , the cornet of uhlans , had not long been awake . The evening before , he had sat down at the gambling-table at eight o'clock , and lost for fifteen consecutive hours , till eleven o'clock that day . He had lost a great amount , but exactly how much he did not know , because he had had three thousand rubles of his money , and fifteen thousand belonging to the treasury , which he had long ago mixed up with his own , and he did not dare to settle his accounts lest his anticipations that he had made too great inroads on the public money should be confirmed . He went to sleep about noon , and slept that heavy , dreamless sleep , peculiar to very young men who have been losing heavily . Waking at six , about the time that Count Turbin had arrived at the hotel , and seeing cards and chalk and soiled tables scattered around him in confusion in the room , he remembered with horror the evening 's games , and the last card , a knave , which had lost him five hundred rubles ; but , still scarcely believing in the reality , he drew out from under his pillow his money , and began to count it . He recognized a few notes which , with corners turned down and indorsements , had gone from hand to hand around the table ; he remembered all the particulars . He had lost his own three thousand rubles , and twenty-five hundred belonging to the treasury had disappeared .