seven o’clock
And getting into bed , she blew out the candle , lay down and was still . Though he thought her stillness suspicious , as though she were holding her breath , and still more suspicious the expression of peculiar tenderness and excitement with which , as she came from behind the screen , she said `` nothing , '' he was so sleepy that he fell asleep at once . Only later he remembered the stillness of her breathing , and understood all that must have been passing in her sweet , precious heart while she lay beside him , not stirring , in anticipation of the greatest event in a woman 's life . At seven o'clock he was waked by the touch of her hand on his shoulder , and a gentle whisper . She seemed struggling between regret at waking him , and the desire to talk to him . `` Kostya , do n't be frightened . It 's all right .