eight o'clock
He took off his hat , and gave a little sigh of enjoyment of the fresh air and bright sun . `` Just Heaven , forgive me ! '' he said , with upturned eyes . `` I have already told several lies , and it is only eight o'clock . I wonder whether I shall find Cartoner out of bed ? '' He walked on in a leisurely way , brushing past Jew and Gentile , gay Cossack officers , and that dull Polish peasant who has assuredly lived through greater persecution than any other class of men . He turned to the right up a broad street and then to the left into a narrower , quieter thoroughfare , called the Jasna .