about seven
o'clock in the morning
He slept about an hour , and when he woke he was almost completely conscious , with an insufferable headache , and a disgusting taste in his mouth and on his tongue , which seemed turned into a piece of cloth . He sat up in the bed , looked about him , and pondered . The pale light of morning peeping through the cracks of the shutters in a narrow streak , quivered on the wall . It was about seven o'clock in the morning . But when Ivan Ilyitch suddenly grasped the position and recalled all that had happened to him since the evening ; when he remembered all his adventures at supper , the failure of his magnanimous action , his speech at table ; when he realised all at once with horrifying clearness all that might come of this now , all that people would say and think of him ; when he looked round and saw to what a mournful and hideous condition he had reduced the peaceful bridal couch of his clerk -- oh , then such deadly shame , such agony overwhelmed him , that he uttered a shriek , hid his face in his hands and fell back on the pillow in despair . A minute later he jumped out of bed , saw his clothes carefully folded and brushed on a chair beside him , and seizing them , and as quickly as he could , in desperate haste began putting them on , looking round and seeming terribly frightened at something . On another chair close by lay his greatcoat and fur cap , and his yellow gloves were in his cap .