eleven o'clock
Nadya wanted to say `` Yes , that is true '' ; she wanted to say that she understood , but tears came into her eyes , her spirits drooped , and shrinking into herself she went off to her room . Towards evening Andrey Andreitch arrived and as usual played the fiddle for a long time . He was not given to much talk as a rule , and was fond of the fiddle , perhaps because one could be silent while playing . At eleven o'clock when he was about to go home and had put on his greatcoat , he embraced Nadya and began greedily kissing her face , her shoulders , and her hands . `` My dear , my sweet , my charmer , '' he muttered . `` Oh how happy I am ! I am beside myself with rapture ! ''