ten o'clock
At one minute a cart drove by creaking ; at the next , he heard the voice of some woman going to market . And the sparrows twittered the whole time . The next morning was a cheerful one ; it was a holiday . At ten o'clock Nina Fyodorovna , wearing a brown dress and with her hair neatly arranged , was led into the drawing-room , supported on each side . There she walked about a little and stood by the open window , and her smile was broad and naïve , and , looking at her , one recalled a local artist , a great drunkard , who wanted her to sit to him for a picture of the Russian carnival . And all of them -- the children , the servants , her brother , Alexey Fyodorovitch , and she herself -- were suddenly convinced , that she was certainly going to get well . With shrieks of laughter the children ran after their uncle , chasing him and catching him , and filling the house with noise .