four o’clock
He opened both the movable panes in his window and sat down to the table opposite the open panes . Over the snow-covered roofs could be seen a decorated cross with chains , and above it the rising triangle of Charles 's Wain with the yellowish light of Capella . He gazed at the cross , then at the stars , drank in the fresh freezing air that flowed evenly into the room , and followed as though in a dream the images and memories that rose in his imagination . At four o'clock he heard steps in the passage and peeped out at the door . It was the gambler Myaskin , whom he knew , coming from the club . He walked gloomily , frowning and coughing . `` Poor , unlucky fellow ! ''