five o'clock
Between five and six yesterday , just as we were talking of you with the warmest affection , a messenger from Uncle Stepan Alexeyitch galloped up with the news that my aunt was very bad . Being afraid of alarming my wife , I did not say a word of this to her , but on the pretext of other urgent business I drove off to my aunt 's house . I found her almost dying . Just at five o'clock she had had a stroke , the third she has had in the last two years . Karl Fyodoritch , their family doctor , told us that she might not live through the night . You can judge of my position , dearest friend . We were on our legs all night in grief and anxiety .