ten o’clock
I 'll leave the baby at your door , and I 'll have the law of you , and I 'll tell your wife , too ... '' And she demanded that he should put five thousand roubles into the bank in her name . Miguev remembered it , heaved a sigh , and once more reproached himself with heartfelt repentance for the momentary infatuation which had caused him so much worry and misery . When he reached his bungalow , he sat down to rest on the doorstep . It was just ten o'clock , and a bit of the moon peeped out from behind the clouds . There was not a soul in the street nor near the bungalows ; elderly summer visitors were already going to bed , while young ones were walking in the wood . Feeling in both his pockets for a match to light his cigarette , Miguev brought his elbow into contact with something soft . He looked idly at his right elbow , and his face was instantly contorted by a look of as much horror as though he had seen a snake beside him .