four o'clock
`` Wait a minute ; I 'm coming directly , '' Laevsky said to them out of the window . `` I 'm not asleep . Surely it 's not time yet ? '' `` Yes , it 's four o'clock . By the time we get there ... '' Laevsky put on his overcoat and cap , put some cigarettes in his pocket , and stood still hesitating . He felt as though there was something else he must do . In the street the seconds talked in low voices and the horses snorted , and this sound in the damp , early morning , when everybody was asleep and light was hardly dawning in the sky , filled Laevsky 's soul with a disconsolate feeling which was like a presentiment of evil .