seven o'clock
His time was occupied in preparing for death , and in writing letters to his beloved Anna and his old father . These letters , folded and carefully directed , he placed in the belt which the fatal knife had adorned three days before . `` Sir , '' said Staps , offering his hand to the officer , `` I suppose you come for me ? '' `` It will soon be seven o'clock , '' replied the officer , in a sad , compassionate tone . `` Oh , sir , '' exclaimed Staps , `` do not pity me ! I shall die joyfully . But I have a favor to ask of you .