four o'clock
` Dmitri Andreich ! The coachman wo n't wait any longer ! ' said a young serf , entering the room in a sheepskin coat , with a scarf tied round his head . ` The horses have been standing since twelve , and it 's now four o'clock ! ' Dmitri Andreich looked at his serf , Vanyusha . The scarf round Vanyusha 's head , his felt boots and sleepy face , seemed to be calling his master to a new life of labour , hardship , and activity . ` True enough !