seven o’clock
But Pyetushkov did not get up from the sofa , and only twitched his shoulders now and then , and drew up his knees to his stomach ... . Onisim did not leave his side all night . Towards morning Pyetushkov fell asleep , but he did not sleep long . At seven o'clock he got up from the sofa , pale , dishevelled , and exhausted , and asked for tea . Onisim with amazing eagerness and speed brought the samovar . ` Ivan Afanasiitch , ' he began at last , in a timid voice , ` your honour is not angry with me ? ' ` Why should I be angry with you , Onisim ? '