four o'clock
Nyuta was wearing a Little Russian dress which did not suit her at all , and made her look clumsy ; the architect was making dull and vulgar jokes . The rissoles served at lunch had too much onion in them -- so it seemed to Volodya . It also seemed to him that Nyuta laughed loudly on purpose , and kept glancing in his direction to give him to understand that the memory of the night did not trouble her in the least , and that she was not aware of the presence at table of the `` ugly duckling . '' At four o'clock Volodya drove to the station with his _ maman _ . Foul memories , the sleepless night , the prospect of expulsion from school , the stings of conscience -- all roused in him now an oppressive , gloomy anger . He looked at _ maman _ 's sharp profile , at her little nose , and at the raincoat which was a present from Nyuta , and muttered : `` Why do you powder ? It 's not becoming at your age !